The soul is shared memory
Whatever our souls are made
What if theirs and mine were the same?
I have worked in silence and obscurity
For as long as I can remember
Let my efforts be known by their results
And dreams that filter through
Each and every day, still
What if her soul and mine
Shared a degree of faithfulness to art
Having levelled my palace of love
Would she recognize my similarity?
Whose to say if heaven’s glories
Could shine in us, our spirits whose
Work is one and the same
To share a life takes patience
Would she condescend to give up pride?
I always wanted to have a close friendship with a writer. To this day it’s something I look for but hasn’t occured to me spontaneously. Somebody that shares the same passion for literature, quotes and the written word. It would be like our own version of soul mates…