Whispers Of The Familiar (Poetry Books)

Poem: Soulmate I stand alone. Passing through these rivers of life, trying to find something or someone to cling to. Trying to find something to connect to on a level far beyond only myself. Life is so empty and devoid when I’m alone. At fifteen, my first. Not a lover but a friend. A deep connection as we share the same thoughts, feelings, and emotions. She means everything to me, and I to them. For a time, life guides us down this path together, and our connection grows. At twenty-three, my second. Another friend, deep and close. Male this time; I rarely hang out with males. Deep, abiding connection. We drink and spend all the time we need to grow deeper. Introductions are made, and a triangle of depth dances between the triad. At twenty-five, my third. Not a friend. Something deeper, some strange bond that goes beyond the normal human love. Something so deep that it transcends all reality, space, time, and everything in between. Two friends and a lover make everything in life easier, stronger, and more stable. Together we thrive and grow, and in the end, there’s nothing but that deep connection of never-ending soulmates. Poem: Twin Flame I navigated the airways of life, traveling as an old lost soul. I looked for something that I never thought I