~the twin flame narratives...(con't)

~the twin flame narratives...(con't)

A Poem by Katherine Wyatt

You, the mirage of my dreamscapes

   ..drifting ~boundless in the soul's landscape

             Water for thirst         

                   ....just out of reach

 Chimera in my memories

     In your eyes are the reflection of the essence that is me

 

 

Each breath  an allusion to your existence

Years or lifetimes seem indifferent

       To the ever present aching desire

        ...........In flaming tongues of fire

       I recognize our past live's wedding dance

    ....not simple, empty, and inconsistent romance

    We are an atom torn and split in two

             Denied the co-mingling of you in me and me in you

 

 

Is it illusion

   ....delusion that will not let me be

     The ghost of you   

       ..........that touches me

 

The mirrors within  a tear drop softly depart my eye

    Reflect a face I know  but yet cannot recognize

And I remember when it did begin

    ..remember (once upon a time) skin touching skin        

   why does the world count this just a whim

   ...the dreamer's mystic memories  

  .......and rainbow warriors destinies

Are not of much use for grounded mortal men 

     ...but I cannot remember when

   ..in shrouded clouds of memory

           your face did not appear to me    

      ....Perhaps this time around that's all  I get to see

 

.........I will not allow your essence which is my soul's melody       

                           ~To dance away in mundane travesty

 Be it sacred or profane

      ~Until we merge into unity again  

                       ...I will keep calling out  your name....

 

 

(c)   Katherine Wyatt 20ii

 

© 2011 Katherine Wyatt


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Katherine Wyatt
Katherine Wyatt

New Orleans and Metairie, LA



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I am the song the trees whisper in the wind. I am the strength of the mighty mountains. I am the song of the birds in the morn. I am always being reborn. I am a traveler in and out of space and time... more..

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