Letter to the kindred soul  

rm_tlaw781 38M
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6/26/2006 9:30 pm
Letter to the kindred soul


Turning circles when time again
It cuts like a knife oh yeah
If you love me got to know for sure
Cos it takes something more this time
Than sweet sweet lies
Before I open up my arms and fall
Losing all control
Every dream inside my soul
And when you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet

This years love had better last

Dear Kindred soul,
I know your out there. I see you somehow. I hear you somehow. I read your sweet thoughts and wonder how. How could the world be so small?
I wonder what your smallest and biggest dreams and thoughts are. I wonder could I say more or have I said enough?
Dear kindred soul, is it true. Somehow? Or is it just coincidence? One so comical I have to laugh in retrospect if indeed it's time for retrospect.
How do so many paths lead to one? You feel you want to at least step on, yet are so afraid to do so. Lead me and I follow, believe me and i'll go on with you not in tow but beside.
Walk with me and help to show more of the puzzle that I have not seen. Walk in happiness but anger too. Angry that so much time has gone by without.
Kindred soul can you hear this? The tune eminating from each letter typed? Does it come to your ears as familiar and comforting or foreign and astranged?
I burn hours of the night staring at the ceilig thinking what's the next move? What's the best way? Can it be even if it is? Alas I don't even head my own advice on the subject. How can one possibly stop thinking about treasures and stories untold? I shouldn't give advice in which I'm not sold.
Turning like neverending revolutions of the earth my mind never ceases to wonder what it would be like to see you, smell you, feel you if in fact that is what life has in store.
If not, then kindred soul it has been a meaningful journey so far and one I am greatful for having never to take back. Time well spent learning and reaching out across miles of this beautiful world.
It's said birds of a feather flock together and never is that more at home then looking up at the weather...
Thank you for the storm kindred soul, it has brought with it the life giving rain that blossoms so much more. If it's to be you are only a beautiful wind blowing through, than I'm blessed to have even known you however much I did.
Kindred soul the song is ending as I put down another word, maybe someday I'll know if this was ever heard...till then sleep and dream in peace for only the best is wished for you.Please think of nothing else.

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