Soul Speaks

[Guest guest]

I see you have your clumsy hands on my

last veil, are you sure you want to see Who

I really am? yet you offer so very little

in return, a paltry comparison rendered as

useless and undetected reflections mirrored

in circumstance, semper fidelis, is there a next life

or a before life where we could have been

Lovers? are there songs to sing as we

climb another Jacob ladder, this yearning

and longing to fill your human shadow with

This, my Is.

 

 

 

 

love,

ana