21

I was going through old memories like stacks of dusty records 

And I pulled out that one that used to move me 

Searching for that feeling long 

Gone 

that was how I used to view my life 

and love 

until I was able to step out 

of myself and 

watch from a far and 

Then I tried on the present moment like 

an favorite old coat and guess what ... 

it fits 

20

I was sitting here trying to process this vision I had 

The day we met and almost didn't  and 

somehow someway we found 

each other 

Stumbling around

looking for the answers but 

you answered all the questions I had for the universe 

With the look in your eyes 

And I answered yours with a smile 

I was Lost and then found myself again 

At the same time 

Like you were never there and

yet always there and

I'll never know what 

it's like without you 

because we walk the same path 

in this life and the next 

And it's been like this 

since and till 

forever 

19

I sat in the car that day 

You left 

You didn’t look back and I suppose 

That was a bad sign 

For us 

And so I just stumbled along 

Trying to figure out 

What went wrong and 

Why was I here once again with 

You

18

I felt my soul cry out across the ages.

The Universe 

Didn't answer,

Or maybe it always 

Has.

I just couldn't

hear it yet. 

Trust

You spoke of frolics with Heros and Gods. 

The long lost past of histories romance

spanning across the vast expanse of time ; remote now to many except in dreams.

Somehow I never felt too far removed from events of long long past.

Different life times and yet the same 

vague images burned in my mind; an uncanny sense of familiarity. 

Ideas pushed into the recesses of grey 

matter by 

40 plus a week. 

The grind stone, rat race, hibernatiors of the spirit. 

Every now and then an enigmatical wisdom would surface, some say "old soul". 

Dismissed by rules and boundaries established, proven, set forth by the mutitude.

Expression, 

my only avenue to loose the repressed.

The weapon I wield with a vengeance against the tyrannical constraints placed upon us by the powers that be.

My implement? A pair of Techs magnifying wax. Magnifying expression of word, and yet now a new instrument.  

"The pen is mightier than the sword ..."

So cliche but true. 

A poets love. 

A passion once held deep within, once forgotten, now renewed and reborn.

Baptized by a long lost soul tantamount to my own. 

My thoughts crossing time and space like my soul has decade upon decade. 

Little did I know gregarious species of being are we, You and I.

Liaisons reoccurring over eons. 

... So here we are ... Two life paths meeting in this time ... In this life ... I'm glad to say we met ... I'm not sure what it means or where we go from here but it would be nice to walk this path with you for a while ...