The Play of Fate

There is a touch so light –

Like a feather, it brings me to my height –
Of ecstacy encasing –
That feeling, forever chasing.

Your soul’s essence – Fuels
My soul’s acquiescence.
Conjoined souls –
Together once again?

My first Love –
You permeate my Aura,
Shinning bright like the Aurora.
Like a mourning Dove,
I sit here, forever Dear,
My longing a cliché-
Having to keep my heart at bay.

My Soul – My Dove,
Two beings- so alike,
Two birds taking flight.
In our Jungle of Love,
Our souls lift up in the night.
To the Goddess – Devoted.
We reach the Tantric height,
Our bodies exploded.

As quick as it came, is as quick as it’s gone.
No hand to hold, my pillow cold –
Waiting for fate to play, is what my Guides continue to say.
So I persevere through life,
Following an intuition.
As I continue my path, in hopes –
My Twin will come into fruition.

*S. Slate 2016*


You create havoc
In my deepest desires.
Never knowing this feeling-
Without the company of loss.
Maybe this time will be different,
…Or maybe it’s just a toss.

In this lifetime-
Are we meant to be?
Forever breaking down barriers,
Our soul- Bared
For all to see.
Each lifetime,
Closer –
To ascension,
To my Soul’s extension.

Yet,  whenever we meet-
Only lessons sprout and grow,
Seems we only know defeat.
But with heart’s sparking,
Forever we keep trying.
Back and forth-
As one.
-Again we part.

Forever beaten in my heart.
The chambers of my soul,
Pumping with depart.
From your hold.
Another life-
Less strife?

Our soul’s will keep coming back-
The deepest connection,
Ever known-
Soul binding.
Gut wrenching.
Without you-
I’m just me.
Me – yearning to be We.

Our Love-
A tree of innocence
Once sprouted,
Grown to disease and dis-ease.
But always steady-
A regeneration of its soul.
Nature resuscitated,
My longing of your soul.
Forever coming back,
For that-
We keep on track.

My soul was never lost,
The heart melted of frost.
Forever your embrace,
My mind-
Coming back to this place.
Lessons learned,
Growth in turn,
Forever in this moment,
Our hearts will always yearn.

Anima, Animus,
Enfolding in your touch
Our Love-
So lustrous.
Your touch, just as such-
Combined soul’s
Forever in your ties,
Is where my heart lies.

You are my Soul-
You are my Twin.

*S. Slate 2016*