The Melting And The Merging Of The Souls (Sonnet-Ish) Poem by Dan Reynolds

The Melting And The Merging Of The Souls (Sonnet-Ish)



The melting and the merging of the souls,
that tingling, intermingling of the selves.
Accepting, without thought, another’s goals,
content to site their own upon the shelves.

Their saturation with pure selfless giving.
The sacred sap in life’s eternal tree
Transfixing every moment that's worth living
into the apex of what they should be.

Ascending, never-ending, without cause
en route they fly and shower passers-by,
whose deafening, celestial applause
encourages the lost, who fear to try.

Till every worthy heart, one day is bared
Their sums amount to nought, until they're shared.

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