Soul
Alone, cold, stranded, and deserted
on an island of my own,
somehow with you close
I know I am not alone.
Not with me in flesh,
but I can feel it all through my bones
I am in your hold.
The air is thin and light,
but not for long
you were always so bold.
Everyone back home says “I know that person”
but you are simply a type of ghost.
On this island dreaming with my eyes closed,
I can feel the subtle touch of your nose.
Nestled between a rock and a hard place
I can see the bright sun.
Waves crash and caress the sand,
you immediately grab my hand.
Without you, I am not myself
I cherished your love,
I could be off the grid forever
and still feel your hugs.
I need you like the earth needs its axis,
and the earth needs its warmth
I would not be the person I am,
even on this island,
that I took the wrong turn and ended up on.
Alone, cold, stranded, and deserted,
on an island of my own,
I am not lost when I am with your
Soul.
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