Across the Chasm
There is a chasm that yawns,
between the minds of souls.
a gulf that love bridges hearts,
like a timeless bell that tolls.
It opens with a smile,
and a warm, "Hello."
Sometimes leading instantly,
to a recognition deep below.
A melding of hearts and souls,
sometimes, instant and profound.
As though magic had occurred,
and a soulmate had been found.
This doesn't happen very often,
but when it does, it's a fire,
that burns without any fuel,
purely on primal desire.
But time erodes everything,
including bridges of fate.
Without refueling love grows cold,
must be revived before it's late.
For those few souls in each life,
who've earned the calm of trust,
a lifetime of love and friendship,
will outlast the chasm of lust.
Copyright 2017 © Ronald W. Hull
5/3/17
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Always,
Deborah
Love ya!
Jane
Extremely well done! I would echo Odin's remarks most profusely !
Ofttimes, Calm and Trust are like wayward children, temporarily lost
in life's daily struggles. Time in the furnace, so to speak, to temper the
Steel ... this may strengthen Hope - and Love as well.
But, when that Chasm does, in fact, close tightly - tis akin to the closing
of the stone that held Ex Caliber so permanently ... that is, until -
That Right Person, or Heart, or Mind, or Soul, comes along again.
"Open Sesame!" --- then, magically, that Cave, or Chasm, opens its
Mouth, to Receive once more!
Pax Tecum my Friend. ✌️
That will forever be one of my favorite lines, and they are indeed lucky people.