My thoughts they drift from then to now,
Of what has been and what's in store,
So many seasons converge in one,
And from my heart my sorrows pour.
For once we were so very close,
Our thoughts would intertwine as one,
Knowing what the other thought,
Before one word had e'er begun.
Two minds alike, two minds close knit,
Each understanding every muse,
Telepathy between two souls,
Linking together, each sense did fuse.
We never appreciated the gift,
Of connecting with the power of thought,
But squandered it without regard,
And threw it far, as if worth naught.
I miss the connection of our minds,
Wherein we savoured many things,
A closeness that through so many years,
Has vanished forth on angels wings.
© Ernestine Northover
The connection of two very special people, those days are special and need not be forgotten, many happy times to remember, Love duncan X
To lose part of ones soul in losing ones soulmate is the hardest experience in life, I think. Your expression is serene, almost accepting, a joy and a sorrow to read. Hugely, poignantly powerul, as ever. My admiration, as ever. t x
Love and remembrance beautifully expressed. Our dear ones live forever in the landscapes of the mind. Wishing you a blessed Christmas. Warmest regards, Sandra
Ernestine it is so hard to lose a soulmate. You have described it well. I wish you the peace of the Christmas season, my friend. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
soul-stirring and beautifully expressed