Soul Mates

Don’t know where I’m going

With this one at all

Just put pen to the paper

And let the words fall

Scrawling what’s second nature

To me

Easily

And since I can remember

Congenitally

Have I been

Symbiotically linked

To the ink

Synchronized,

Deep inside

It divines what I think

And I guide it

To keep reading my

Peace of mind

As it glides like the tides

On the shorelines of time

With the grace of a pianist’s fingers

Through chimes

With melodic

Methodically

Hypnotic rhymes

It designs

Then decides

Every subsequent line

As if stars

In a perfect night’s sky

We align

Vital signs

Intertwined

In a quest to describe

What alive and a lover

To die for

Implies