My dark honors my light,
My light honors my dark
And we come together
To mend,
To merge,
To heal,
To love.
I am one; whole.
I am.
I am one; love.
I am.
My dark honors my light,
My light honors my dark
And we come together
To mend,
To merge,
To heal,
To love.
I am one; whole.
I am.
I am one; love.
I am.
I see your chest rise,
An intake of breath as our eyes meet.
Drawn together
Instinctively before we can blink in recognition.
And the blood courses through my veins,
I can feel yours doing the same.
This quaking within;
An
Electrifying surge created resonates
Beyond people and places known as these Bodies come together.
Magic.
A supreme stillness overcomes my soul
And settles the melding.
We cannot stop what was set in motion
Before time itself
Nor
Do we wish to.
Is it not amazing
That your soul has awakened to things
My soul has not
And visa versa?
Here we are learning from each other with every
Experience,
Every moment.
We are like puzzle pieces to this
Big, beautiful
Tumultuous puzzle of life.
Different colors, shapes and sizes
Fitting together to create
A mind blowing,
Breath catching
Masterpiece;
If we so choose.
Promote harmony in the hearts
Of your peers.
Do not feed their misery.
Dance and sing.
Open doors
And run free.
Run to each other
Together.
I followed him into his garden.
And there we held each other
And listened as our hearts sang in
Sorrow.
The sky darkened
And that is when I heard
Him
Weeping silently.
We wept together
Holding on until our hearts began singing a familiar song.
And as the sky cleared we heard others singing out too,
“We have each other.
We have each other.”
She stood in the kitchen and looked out the window.
She gasped at what she saw.
Her shoulders dropped and her arms went limp.
Hanging her head and turning her gaze to the floor
She whispered softly to herself,
“I just don’t think I can do it anymore.
I
Cannot make it
Through
Another
Storm.”
A silent, lonely tear rolled down her cheek.
Then she felt his hand on her shoulder.
“My precious Angel,
Why do you cry?”
“Look at me here,” she replied.
“My clothes are all tattered and torn. I am a mess and still weak from the last storm.”
He stood in front of her then
And with a loving hand lifted her chin so
He could meet her eyes and softly said,
“When the storm comes, and we know it will,
Whatever you do this time just hold me tight and
Don’t
Let
Go
Like you have done before.
Together we can love through anything.
You don’t have to stand alone like you always do.
You have never had to do it by yourself,
But you instinctively let go.
Don’t let go.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on through the storm.”
If we could be.
Just set our souls free
And
Be.
One and one equals
One.
Be
Like the moon and the sun.
Together
They keep the world as one.
Together
They
Create the beautiful
Sunrise and sunset
On the oceans edge.
Together
They
Compose the
Beginning
And
The end.
Yet never ending
As One.
I am tending to my Angel wings.
They refuse to do their part.
They have left me cold and stranded,
Left me weeping in my heart.
They are tattered and worn.
They are bloodied and torn.
They were not this way
On the day I was born.
~
I see your Angel wings are tattered.
I see that they are worn.
I hear your weeping heart
And I want to keep you warm.
I know your soul is weary.
What if I told you mine is weary too?
We could both try together
To mend a tear or two.
We can find a strength in each other
That knows no distance,
Knows no time.
We will find a strength together
And again we will fly.
Again with stronger wings,
Again with shiny souls,
Again with beating hearts
When we have patched up all the
Holes.