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A Poem for my Soulmate,



Ethereal sanctity holds the space in time, your arms protect with hallowed reverence, a
soul frozen in fearful arrest of breath.. dark soul...sad soul...your soul...my soul... our eternal
conception….two hearts...two souls...immortal love, in unspoken divine collision fuse to just
one …
Before the demons within us hiding... unholy, bloodthirsty, reapers of the underworld born
from fear, relentless unworthy thieves …
Mortal time rings the bells, concrete angels, separate across silent oceans of pain, tell the
tale of torn exsistence- once sacred,one exsistence...ashes scattered into the pages of cold
damnations, indifference… hells bitter aftertaste...fill the lines..
In that holy,sacred space...fractals of broken humanity joined and forever altered reality.
What cannot be fathomed in this space of time we call life… in what other souls cannot
concieve…
The event of us cannot be undone… One cannot forget its exsistence...it is an eternal state
of being….not a memory…
For me...you, are me...from that moment in time...where there was blue….where there was
red...combined- a surrender -a death, a metamorphosis, Gods hand formed in divine
mysterious beauty a hue a violet sunrise, purple passion flowers, healing lavender. No
separation even exists....or ever did...in every lifetime we are that living, violet, sacred,
eternal, beautiful event of life…
Did the Holy Trinity come to exist...no my love.. Eternal are these fundamentals of soul,of
love,of life...Forget me not...every breath in every lifetime will be exhaled,or wept, or sung
from the lungs of you and me...a soul cannot forget to breathe.
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