Your Soul Will Belong To Me Poem by Lisbeth Sebastian

The spring of my life is fading away...
I can feel the rustle of the falling leaves of autumn,
Just round the corner.

Our entwined fingers are loosening,
As our parallel path is diverging away...
Our shadows are not merged anymore,
Connected merely by our outstretched hands.

I dread that time, when
I have to walk forward, watching you walk away from me
Unable to run behind you,
Our worlds already separated by the driest leaves.

I am terrified of the summer,
Where i go thirsty without even your sight...
Will the arid west wind being me your fragrance,
To wrap me in your warm embrace?

My life will be a journey across a deserted path,
When you are no more by my side...
Leaves befallen, wind whispering, the sparrow
Singing a melancholy for her faraway mate...
Footsteps will never be a solace again, for
There won't be another pair to echo mine...

I know I will keep walking, in the hope
That our paths will cross again, sometime.
I know i won't waver, for
Your soul will always belong to me.