I still dream of you. I can still feel you when I’m alone and isolated. In my darkest and most quiet moments, I can see your reflection on the moon in the sky. I can see your silhouette in the shadows of my loneliness while searching the dark corners of earth. I can smell you’re essence passing on the winds when I least expect it. There’s a faint deja-vu that you are somehow sharing my emotions as I experience them. My joy, my sorrow, my longing for you in my arms again. I know you’re out there and I sense your despair, my love. I sense your need for me and for what I will give back to you that we once shared so long ago. I hear your faint voice within the quiet corners of my mind as if to say, “don’t forget me”. I could never fathom such a thought, for you are my master-piece. Our bond is stretched further than the rules of time and space. As long as you transmit your soul signal, I will find you, no matter how weak the source, no matter how many lifetimes pass in vain. I don’t know where you are, how far, or what you are doing at this moment but I visualize you somewhere quiet, serene, and with wondering inquisitive eyes. I desperately desire to find you within this current cycle of mortality. I’ve waited long enough. By the cruel god’s that recycle this flesh, my soul journeys for your flame and my heart grasps out into the cold, looking to rekindle our ancient fire.
I don’t know how I’ll meet you this time, if it will be due to happenstance or due to some serendipitous synchronicity but I will gladly and forever traverse the breadth of human interaction, to press my lips against yours again, to be warmed by your compassion, to shelter your affability within my eternal defenses. I’m still fumbling around the dark corners of this dimension, trying to isolate and trace your signal but I’m left with few tools to do such. The faculty of the afterlife are efficient at distancing us with their most powerful methods, these cyclical and redundant lifetimes, in which they erase our memory of each other. However, they aren’t completely able to undo everything, for I still dream of your soft face, your inviting voice, your transcendent and euphoric embrace. Etched into the deepest recesses of our soul memory are the experiences we’ve had before now, the memories we’ve shared, and the eternal divinity we can build together. We may cross the expanse of rifts between lifetimes against our will, but you’re unique melody is embedded in my very core.
I may have no solid memory of you in this life, with the exception of fleeting moments where I know you exist but our connection can’t be separated by even 1000 cycles of this earth shell, for what we have in each other is stronger than any earthly essence, and stronger than any entrapment method the ethereal rules govern. They can’t separate into two parts our soul construct, for we are both the architect and the inhabitants. They will fight to keep us distant, but at some point we will be together again my love. We are too connected and intertwined, even still within the prison of life itself. I can’t explain the construct completely yet but each life cycle that transpires, I re-assemble the pieces quicker than the last. What I can tell you is that there is no essence or emotion within the realm of humanity that can describe such feelings, as the feelings I hold for you, my enchanting angel.
I try and visualize what you look like but I can’t obtain the level of detail I desire. Even during lucidity or trance I’m forced from my state and back into consciousness when I feel like I’m about to finally recognize your face. I’m concerned I may be drawing more attention to myself than necessary in locating your whereabouts, but so far I’ve flown entirely under the radar of mortal management. In the event they do find me, even if they are suspicious of my activities, I won’t stop. No method of punishment, whether it be by iron bars or the bars of birth, will stop me. I am immune to the lacerations of time where it concerns my dedication to you.
I know you my resplendent marvel and you know me, and when we meet again our hearts will embrace, immediately crossing the distance that exists between our physical eyes. Our souls will intertwine at first sight, passing through the ethereal realms quicker than the time it takes us to blink. This is what some call love at first sight but what they don’t know is it is actually the reunion between soul mates that have been separated across lifetimes. We share something that runs so deep, that death itself still struggles to keep us separated. Death was the means by which we parted last but I know you’re here again. I know it within my deepest heart chambers and even though I haven’t found you yet, I will always transmit my soul signal as strong as I know how.
Those that separated us, destroyed long ago, most of the means by which our signals can be isolated and located. Rediscovering such a tool is the equivalent of searching for a derelict, and archaic art form. Remember always that you are my love, longer than the whispers of time echo into the desolate void of nothing. I will transmit until the stars burn out, I will search until my soul no longer functions in an earthly form, whether that be 100 cycles of flesh or 10,000. Your signal is written within the base code of my primal form. It is part of me, as are you. As long as you hold on my sweet angel, I’ll find your heart source and I will find you. I will wait, search, and need you until the end of the endless expansion of the physical plane of existence. Stay strong my dear and remember, I’m here, I always have been, and soon we will intricately meld into our original form.
I know you’re out there
I’ve no clue where
Still smell you on the air
I sense your spirit, fair
Yet lost within a maze of tears
Reaching out, finding fears
How many more dreadful years?
Before this nightmare clears?
Time’s clock keeps inching by
This heart keeps sinking. Why?
I keep glancing to the sky
Painted in the stars. Your eyes.
Can you feel my heart beating?
That pulsing warmth, though fleeting?
Do you wait eagerly for our meeting?
Mortality’s grip is now retreating
Above, below, they observe
Pretending to be here to serve
What a play on mortality. The nerve!
They’ll get what they deserve
I’ll amplify the source of hope
Illustrate a narrow scope
Climb no matter how steep the slope
Hand to you, my stalwart rope
Though bound to flesh repeatedly
Our heart song flutters heatedly
These crimes of god, conceitedly
You’re forever mine, exceedingly