mating souls

poems that pop into my soul

my soul is old as old as the earth,as tall as the mountains that cast the shadows the gently blanket the turf
i have seen many a come take their toll and cause great hurt,then go
mine, leave my bodies and comes back to me, it has happened many a time i wrote this so you can see
my mating soul is out there! for yet i to see
that was until the forth in july a day two,thousand twelve, that god guided me
it was short and lived not long, a breath i took so as to stay strong
for i knew that soul would leave without me a mating soul not to be