Thoughts on life, love and faith by Plasticmind.

My soul cries out with the deepest plea for heaven
To bring me a kindred spirit knit so tightly to my very soul
That I cannot move or breathe without the spirit of that
One moving or breathing beside me.
I have tasted a summer closeness that died with
The first bite of autumn frost; the ripe communion, so
Soft and sweet and satisfying to the soul as cold water to parched lips,
Lay brown and consumed by death.
Just to see the seasons, sun and rain, move us as one
Mind, body and soul ever closer to closeness; Ever
Amazed at the mere whisper of the truest words
Spoken with and without voice.
To become life clearer and brighter and completely base;
Existing only within the thoughts and events of each other,
Vaguely aware of the disappearing peripheral, and yet
Intensely alive with singular vision.
A soulmate - not merely a disciple or a lover or even a deep-seated friend,
But a yearning for the other that placed not even self before them,
Passionately connected eternally with something deeper
Than smiles and words and perfume.
I lay down in the grass and weep
To love one with every moment given to love, and
To be loved by a soulmate.