Soul Journey – Poetry by John Freear

Souls touch in this life so

it seems.

Where did they touch before,

where?

They are always touching,

silly …

Lovers we were, in a crowd

how could we know

what love is?

When we touch it must be

in the silence of our Soul.

The Soul enters and transcends

its ethereal world,

into the world of blood.

The warm currents eddy and

flow,

swiftly passed, now slowly

home.

Love is one with

you,

Not with Souls

Of Love.

Souls of Love

Love Souls of

Love.

Loving is Loving

all yet doing all

whilst loving.

Love I have for thee and on

and on

the feeling flows and will not

fade.

For you are me and I am you,

and on and on,

it goes.

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