By Harold Stearley at https://earthwalkingworld.wordpress.com
It’s hard to describe,
truly meeting someone.
When eyes open,
Hearts sync.
A special soul,
To embrace,
Enfold, entwine.
But there were many separations.
Space-time matrices to traverse,
Miles,
Life Stages.
Two nurturing souls.
Playful,
Understanding.
Horizons expanded.
A mystical wonderland.
Alive and pulsating.
An endless flood of sensation.
Time shared.
Bonds forged.
Then a withering flame.
A magical land,
Turned landscape of loneliness.
The dichotomy of dissonance.
Beauty everywhere.
With heart-tie gone,
There could be no gravity.
The mark on the map
was never the journey’s end.
The geography was never Earthbound.
The destination was her . . .
Her heart.
Photo: From light years ago. A special flame.
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This is so beautiful✨✨✨
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Thank you so much ! I was going to try to write this as a story, but I think it worked better as a poem. Straight from the heart
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Definitely! You write beautifully Harold🙌🏽
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You made my day. Thanks ! 😊🙏
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A beautiful poem.. ❤️
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Thanks so much Jane ❤
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So sweet
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Thanks so much !
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