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.