Soul Speak Sounds Like Music

Aristotle once said that "love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies."

There is a slight sound in this
black silence that is calling to me,
a sound that is familiar
and yet I cannot recognize it
or its source,
but it feels so close.
Thoughts in and off time
become remotely obscured
in the darkness
as I hear the sound
become more insistent
and change into something more,
something like music.

I begin to realize that the sound
isn't being heard with my ears
but felt my heart and soul
and stirs in me
a longing and a desire
to seek it out,
to listen to it more deeply.  

I have come to recognize
it is my soul conversing with another,
someone
I have not yet found in this physical life.
I wonder if you can feel this to
in the same way I do…
it is tormenting to think
your other half is out there
just beyond our reach
and we may never find each
other in this lifetime.

My words are dancing
on the tip of my pen as I write,
the words are the voice
of my soul reaching out
across my paper purging
the feelings deep within in me,
the feelings I am aching to release,
the feelings that become
the voice calling out to you…
whoever you may be.

I know you do not need to read
the words I write
because you already hear them
with your soul,
in the same way I do yours in mine.
I am whispering to you
and you know the words
I say right now… because you can hear them clearly.
COME FIND ME...

© 2010 Lyndsey Warren