Do soul mates exist?
Do hearts and minds spark when kissed?
Yes and more when missed.
Think About It
Mind over matter
is absurd when the world’s weight
is on your shoulders.
It’s not easy street
with bumps and stops, though poets
get the write of way.
When well penciled engineers
Lose their drawing boards
Seven digits and change begun.
I hung up quick but the phone had rung.
My number left on the caller screen.
She rang back soon but wasn’t mean.
My change of heart was understood.
A question answered is always good.
It wasn’t time to make that call.
Perhaps again, another Fall.
Glasses half full of
polluted water are no
better than empty
Depression is when
the fog passes and the dark
is only more clear
When optimism writ
Pessimism can be erased
Realism then left
Balance achieved when
heavy hearts and weighty souls
meet a mind on point
Take from me this simple band of gold,
walk with me while we both grow old.
Hand in hand our souls inline,
I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine.
In your eyes time does melt,
returning to where love first felt.
Journey’s skyward of life excelled,
when two is one heart beats meld.
Tears and hugs and laughter shared,
stealing kisses whenever dared.
Fate and luck met at the Last Call,
boundless futures in a crystal ball.
A blues band played, forgotten ironically.
Memories are golden because nothing’s free.