Bridging my Heart with my Soul

The two verges of my life

Banking across, silver-lined.

Decked up with my inspiration,

Spiced up with lots aspiration,

I act like a wooden bridge,

Swinging between two of them,

Linking them with soul and spirit--

Both are to me jewel and gem.

One is cute, the other is stout,

Both are naughty posing sprouts.

They love and care and caress me,

Admire and excite and inspire me.

My life begins with those two beings,

With their thoughts and dreams, it ends.

I cry, I feel, I perceive the two,

I live my life, through their eyes ocean blue.

They rainbow my life with seven hues,

They are inseparable from me; me too fused.

I sail my boat in the river of life,

With two of my soldiers, when my life at rife;

They are like two ends of my bridge:

On which I stand firm and rich,

They are my two limbs, or pole-stars--

If one is soul, the other is heart.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You did a amazing job with the words heart and the soul. They can battle each other sometime.
"They rainbow my life with seven hues,
They are inseparable from me; me too fused."
A strong ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[AK]

Beautiful poem! Your description just rox!
My favourite lines are:-
They rainbow my life with seven hues,
They are inseparable from me; me too fused.


I act like a wooden bridge,
Swinging between two of them,
Such a nice description!

Calling them your soldiers and pole stars adds on to the beauty of this wonderful poem.

Well done!

[i-love-you-boo♥]

You did a awesome job on this really good You had a really good ending on it to =)

[Chrissy]

Good job I like it. :)