On The 9th Parallel Poem by Patti Masterman

On the 9th Parallel I met my soul
I held her hand, as she held mine
'Hail' I called; 'Well met, ' she said
'So it is you'; 'Toward You I'm led.'
I thanked her for my intuition
She said You Are a limited edition
'I have plans, ' I said it, plain;
'Your plans are mine, ' was her refrain
'I think I have a lot to do.'
'Just think it done and it is true.'
'I’d sing lots of songs for you.'
'You are the Door that I came through.'
We talked and talked till time was late,
And then shook hands and made a date
For a later time, when life could wait,
At the far end of my life's brief spate;
'I'll be waiting here for you, ' she said
When the talking was finally through.
And then we said goodbye again-
And suddenly, both said right then,
'It makes me smile to know that We
Will be together when You are free.'