Dear Kindred Soul. {poetry}
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At heart,
I am pretty sure,
I will never get the chance
to tell you any of this.
Neither the chemistry
I felt on every part of my skin,
the warming shivers,
that shake my pink
and spring waiting heart
when we first met.
Nor how you made me feel.
Spreading your twirling light
and wild fire.
Deep down,
body and heart.
Neither the roads you opened,
standing on your sweet boldness,
nor the energy you gave,
handing over strength
and dreams and leaping potentials,
your laughing world of thoughts,
to me.
I am almost certain
you’ll probably never know
to what extent, and for how long,
our shimmering recollections
have hoisted on my cheeks,
such a festive smile.
Was it days, months
or maybe years?
I can’t even recall,
when it, we started,
you see.
Time is a treacherous joker.
Isn’t it misrepresenting our reality?
Placing kindred souls
so far away on its merciless calendars,
while the mind still recalls,
draws the thread of the past
weaves extensions from it,
a while, such a long while after,
time speaks.
Evidently,
the heart still jolts,
the soul still dances
its most rousing summer melodies,
when you come around
for an imaginary wander.
In the tangible word,
I know I may see you gain,
That could happen.
But deep down,
I doubt it.
Darling, you shall remember
we had been placed
on that same road by the hands of destiny,
By our friends the loving stars,
and I don’t know
if they would play their divine trick
on us once again.
Even if I bump
into your light-green gaze
I do know,
and that’s so dreadful,
I will never see you again.
I could catch a glimpse of you,
as a shape or an outline,
walking down a well-known street.
I get the feeling,
and it is killing
my entire gentle and childish heart,
my sensitive skin,
its warm recollections
of your own contours
I will not reach
the former you,
your well-known reflection.
If it is meant to be like this,
I’d rather not see you again.
No, I prefer to remember
our yesteryear soul connections,
Your hands in mine
as ribbons to my heart,
our sacred vestiges of an old past.
Beautifully buried recollections.
All of these still lives,
inside my velvet secret box.
Defying time,
its cold and claimed reality.
In that jewelry case of my heart,
you have been put in line,
or shall I say on top,
among all the kindred spirits
of all times.
You simply dazzle,
the center of the whole limelight,
as shiny as our rainbow moments,
brilliant as your words,
their waving echo,
a sweet ballet dancing
of my mind.
I prefer keeping you there
not to fade our past,
with a less lovely novelty.
I don’t need the new you.
He must be altered by time,
by the mysteries life
put on his road,
Its whispered follies.
I don’t need that one.
He’s just someone
having the same name,
or perhaps showing the same face,
but appearances are deceptive.
Aren’t our eyes playing tricks on us?
They don’t truly read the souls,
ignoring our deepest secrets.
Maybe we will meet again,
unannounced.
One day I’ll be in a good mood.
Admittedly, that’s true,
It wouldn’t be you, me, us anymore.
Life doesn’t preserve.
It moves, shapes, destroys
and rebuilds its garden.
But, who knows?
There’s a chance our beings
could get on well,
Some kind of us could be reborn
if you bring an
incredible magic wand.
Maybe our former magnet
would inexorably gather us again.
Your smoldering looks,
would still remember,
how to fondle my body and soul.
You would undress my heart
with your expert touch.
You would read,
behind my impish and smiley eyes,
and this wavy hair you loved that much,
messed by the same sun,
the same wind.
These genuine thoughts of mine.
Have you also kept in your secret box,
the keys, the passwords and decoders
that allow to reach
my twirling and vivacious realities?
And I can feel now,
writing these unexpected lines
of eager words,
I would be happy
if we met again.
To catch your words,
spruce and arabesque music,
feel your rainbow skin,
receive the enveloping smiles
That time, elsewhere
than in daydreams.
Where are you hiding?
That space between
the strength of the past
and the promise of the future?
I will meet you there.
*****
Sophie Gregoire is a thinker. You may often find her with a new idea or a new concept to explain, holding a notebook and pencil. Also found reading and writing, she is more than anything an independent soul. She enjoys traveling and getting lost in new places, namely in Asia. She says it helps understanding our worlds, its people and the humankind. She loves writing to transform her endless thoughts into some kind of reality, and to keep the little piece of sanity she still has. She savors coffee, encounters, Yoga and meditation, and cats… while her own cat is her greatest muse! You could contact Sophie via Facebook and on her writing page.
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