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Beauty, Desire, Dream, Happiness, Love, lover, memory, past, poem, poetry, romance, soul, writing
A Forgotten Past
There was once a moonlit street I traveled
and forgot
There was a glance that lingered on her raven hair and eyes
made me hold my breath
and was gone
I dance with memories that I vaguely feel are mine
but I cannot be sure are from this lifetime
or rather extend from my forgotten past
eternally stored by my immortal soul.
They shimmer and tease
Producing those rare déjà vu moments
when two undying souls meet
painful yet cherished.
For I feel you as a part of me
a soothing, exciting, familiar dream
unexplainable by this life I’ve lived
I feel you over the miles – tethered to me
And this desire feels not new, but rekindled–awakened
Your mind and mine have met
but the matter in this body does not remember
It has been said that the most useless things in the world
are the most beautiful
like lilies and peacocks
So it may also be that the most powerful love
is timeless, boundless, and mysterious
like ours
