Twin Flames

 

It would appear my heart 

   is still naive and hopeful. 

It would appear there is still a girl there, against all cynicism, 

  Burning bright in the flame of love 

     and a forever youth. 

As this is true, 

  then you, 

  are my vision of Spring. 

Without promise, 

  I refuge there once more...

Dreaming diligently. 

Fairing away, called to another time and place- 

 A dancing and lucid walk between the souls. 

Forgive me please...

  For loving you. 

I beg you, please forgive me. 

 I beseech you that it is at no fault of my own, 

But rather a sick cosmic joke upon us both. 

I am sorry my Love, I am. 

For I can not even utter your name, Sweet. 

I can not console your hand, 

  or look upon your face. 

The walls between us have steeled so tall, 

  Keeping you from me, 

Only in a matrix of 3D's. 

Sweet Chess Calculater...

  Sweet Lost Masterpiece 

Tickler of my giddy'd girlhood...

I beg you, forgive me. 

 You do not have to know that I loved you. 

  Tuck it away as you had. 

Forget me. 

As I can not explain this tugging on my soul. 

This change so activated. 

A cycle geared anew. 

 A Kundalini Quaking. 

A fire arose and woke in me, 

  and it was your name calling from the depth. 

I always loved your name. 

  It was the bell, I'd never known. 

A feeling of coming home. 

And it would become the long lost semblance 

  of dreams never scathed; 

     Barely touched. 

It would represent in me, a breaking of everything past, 

  and everything that succeeded you. 

You did something. 

  Something I could never undo. 

...and I guess I'm just wondering, 

           after all this time, 

If perhaps I had done 

  The same something to you?