Our Connection

We become one –
A feeling transmitted.
Confusion and arrest…
But you hold me tight,
Embracing me –
Smothering my anxiety.
Love Enfolding in my soul,
Bringing light to my darkness –
Together, we become whole.

© S. Slate 2016


The Beginning of the End

Your energy is my medicine,
As it fills my heart and my head –
Breathing fast,
Heart racing,
I will always remember what you said.

I feel you come near –
Embracing my soul my Dear.
Wrapped arms, wrapped lips
Into oblivion our toes dip.

I feel you seeping into my veins,
Our heart’s set off
As we take the reins.
Floating into oblivion –
The world crumbles and laments.
As we rise into the heavens –
Life as we know it ends.

Birthing our destiny.

© S. Slate 2016

The Way –

Follow the sun, little one –
Far from home, you did roam.
Your heart in a fright, as you were
Lost in sight.
But hope – you held on to,
With all your might.

By the mailbox, laid to rest –
Thinking about your mess..
I said, “Go no further – would be best,
Already too far.” – Wondering where you are.

As my intention came through,
It brought comfort to you.
Your soul – saddened,
Missing – your Human, you imagined.

You said – “I’ll wait…
Just till it gets late”
Figuring out, how I could help –
I connected…
Images shown, distance flown,
Information, I collected.

I said, “I’ll tell them where you are..
You’re not that far!”
So you sat and waited,
Till the sun lowered –
Reaching night, with a lingering fright..

In your kingdom, you remembered -The Sun and the Sunset’s colored bars,
And where they are.
As the morning star fell,
Suddenly – the way you could tell!

Follow the sun, little one –
You would find your way home,
By the time the day was done.
So you set out –
Without doubt,
“I Know the way”, you would say!

First a walk, then a run,
Familiarity came, with the setting of the sun.
Far from home, you did roam..

But you found your way,
Even late in the day..
You never gave up hope,
As you conquered your fears,
You made it home to joyful tears.

*S. Slate 2016*


We have reached our fate,
A meeting of Spirit.
A flowing energy entwined in DNA synergy –
Unfolding dreams of lucidity.
Creatively supporting growth –
Becoming One, becoming Whole – A
Completion of the Soul.
Communication – Expressed
In Holy celebration.

Graceful flowing Light and Love – An embodiment undreamed of.
Link into the Divine,
A ritual of Inner calling –
With the rise of the wild Sun –
We reach our peak,
Our utter transformation-
Body, mind, and soul alteration.

My soul’s essence,
Infinitely flowing in sync –
With the Divine presence.
Encompassed Tenderly –
Our sacred bodies,
Risen above the Earth, into Heaven’s luminescence –
I take in a Goddess presence.

Devotion – As from above,
As so below.
Evolution – of the Goddess incarnate.
Cultivating our transfiguration-
A Divine transformation.
Blessed by the Goddess Mother-
A connection of souls, We float
Around the fire’s coals –
Our souls, in an evolutional glow.


*S. Slate 2016*

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*

My Angel

To love, to heal,
Never again will he steal –
Her light,
So bright –
My God,
Her might!

A victory from Heaven,
Thoughts manifest –

My Angel,
Now mine to protect,
From a soul that will infect.

Safe from the grasp –
Of the Devil himself,
Until he embraces self-help..
He will tangle and drown in the kelp.

An angry Ocean –
A witch’s Potion –
Banished in mind, body, and soul
Your abuse, will no longer take its toll.

Her heart is pure,
Her mind will cure,
Broken pieces of her soul.
The gift of Love,
Will now make her whole.

*S. Slate 2016*