Soul Mates Poem by Mark Heathcote

What if we were raindrops together?
Emerging, we then fell out of our heaven.
Separated, ah, yes, but not within.
Say we're detached, yet birds of a feather.
We can fall and freeze just as snowflakes do.
But on our descent, we'll follow each other.
In our spiral falls, we'll sleep as soul mates-
melting into each other, my lover.
Say, wouldn't it be fun if we were hailstones-
falling on the heads of those living ghosts.
All waxy, pale, and cold, frozen to the bone.
Hey, say love; wouldn't it be something to boast about?
If we were tears in two lovers' happy eyes,
laughing loudly, looking up to the skies.