Our souls are bound together
The threads of our joining glow like moonbeams and stars
It was happenstance I found you
And I doubt I would still be weaving words if I hadn’t
I whisper thank you, thank you, as the night falls
Hoping it will wrap us up in an embrace
Give safe journey in our sleep and maybe rosy dreams
This is my binding, my link to reality
Which, at best, is fragile
I really do not know anything at all
Perhaps to think so is progress
Perhaps it will make fresh building blocks, clean slates
Bind our edges - make us neat and tidy
Brushed up in our Sunday best
Hopping from foot to foot in agitation and anxiety
Not quite belonging, not quite being, not quite stitched together.
I love "the threads of our joining glow like moonbeams and stars". May you have that safe journey and rosy dreams. You deserve them.
ReplyDeleteOh those moonbeam threads are adorable
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I love how you find a soulmate just like this.... moonbeams and stars, what a great thread to have
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderfully positive poem! Love the title and most especially love the last three lines!
ReplyDeleteVery relatable but uplifting to read. Love this line: Not quite belonging, not quite being, not quite stitched together.
ReplyDeleteIt's complicated fits for any relationship, I think. They are together and that matters, I think.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful and thoughtful poem of a relationship--the moonbeams and stars and the uncertainty at the end.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful!
ReplyDelete"This is my binding, my link to reality
Which, at best, is fragile
I really do not know anything at all
Perhaps to think so is progress"