On-Going Love. Poem by Fay Slimm

Deep feelings insist we have met before
And have known this close bonding forever.
Impelled by belief that souls need no more
Than an instant to realize a severed
Paradise has been restored, we unite
To flourish again. Our love blossoms, then
Flooded with half-rememeberd bliss we might,
In dim-image dreams find, together again
We are drawn to a wholeness of strangely
Familiar timeless love, waves of closed
Hopes re-emerging mean souls need no change.
We accept we are one. Loving hearts most
Gladly combine, and when Destiny calls
Soul-mates think nothing of distance at all.