Kindred Souls

I am blessed to have such kindred souls. They are few, and I cherish them.

Kindred Souls

There truly are no words, poetic or otherwise, to describe a meeting of souls.

Electric?

Poignant?

Immediate?

Comforting?

No, none of those.

As biblical as it sounds, it simply is.

I cannot imagine a time it wasn’t.

I refuse to entertain a time is may not be.

No.

When our souls met, we… became.

I love our becoming.

It is strength.

It is courage.

It is unspoken understanding.

It is hope.

It is light and darkness in balance.

It is fierce.

It is a love beyond this veil.

It is a depiction of awe in a world which has left such word without value.

We are.

As though we have always been.

No matter distance, time, or which side of the veil we stand,

We always will be.

You are soul.

My soul.

I am yours.

We simply are.

No matter how few words exchanged, this never changes.

For this, I am grateful.

Reviews

[willweb]

yep, I could feel this. Very intense the feelings and the emotions that this portrays. It was exciting to read as I imagine it was exciting to write. Nicely done.