a truth once was written by the hand of fate,
for every person living has but one soul mate.
a song once was sung by the voice of dream,
that all rivers flowing have but a single stream.
and every flower growing,
and every drop of rain,
every star that burns the night,
every star that burns the night,
a single sun remains.
and every weeping minute,
and every weeping minute,
every hour that grows,
every day that passes by
every day that passes by
a single date shows.
even though you haven't met
and maybe never will,
a single heart is beating on
and is beating still.
words by cocaine jesus
words by cocaine jesus
10 comments:
A beauty!
Truly beauteous piece!
"even though you haven't met and maybe never will,a single heart is beating on and is beating still."
How very true!
nomadic waves>>>you have a beautiful blog name and thanks for the comment.
xfreakx>>>there is someone out there for each and every one of us.
This poem strongly evokes the feeling of living in the moment and appreciating everything as if it's the only thing. I love it!
eating poetry>>>i guess it is inspired (although not about) my wife who is my my soul mate and who, poor love, has had to put up with this aging ecentric for the past thirty one years.
Cocaine Jesus->A lady like bow for appreciating my blog name
Cocaine Jesus->A lady like bow for appreciating my blog name
nomadic wave>>>my pleasure!
Mujer del Rio>>>maybe. certainly i think you can.
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