One final poem, one final posting, at least for now. I will be travelling and "on the road" for the next few weeks gathering more impressions and materials for my poems, articles and stories. Many thanks to all those interested Den readers who took the trouble to write informative and interesting reviews of my work. They were very helpful. Good luck, everyone!
SOUL MATES
by John Herlihy
We saw each other in the distance,
Giving time for our hearts to grow fonder.
We approached as strangers in this existence,
Giving our minds some time to ponder,
Our mutual destiny that we must not squander.
Whenever snow falls or birds fly;
Whenever the river flows into the sea;
Whenever the seasons melt from winter to spring;
Whenever twilight descends into dusk and darkness,
We will be there together, as we make our journey of exile.
Life itself will lift us up and take us away,
Out along the vast esplanade of the Milky Way,
Where the vision of the one Reality has freedom to roam,
Sacred ballads echo harmonies under an empyrean dome,
Returning us as prodigal children to our eternal home.
I know all this as I have a soulmate, we have been "together" since grade school, dated awhile in High school, then parted after HS, but still we got back together like maybe 20 some years later, and are together still...she doesn't know it but she is powerful force in my life & I will love her till the day I die...(sorry this was not much about your poem but it is what it brought out of me, thanks) -e-
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Enjoy your trip and be safe. Beautiful poetry.
Love and blessings,
Linda
two lines.
Have a good trip and share with us your adventures.
Ron