I think some people were meant to be...
Twined together, the threads unbreakable
Once the connection is finally found
The silence no longer empty
The laughter no longer false
Life may be this turbulent sea
Yet two souls adrift as one
Find shoring in one another
Twined together, fine, unbreakable threads
I think some people were meant to be.
I think some people were meant to be...
Bereft until the place at their side is filled
Having tried in vain to fill it with the wrong pieces
The mysteries of the puzzle finally revealed
Fused together by an impermeable glue
Emptiness no longer an option or a curse
Silence a moment to breathe it all in
Laughter an expression of truth:
All they've left to fear is fear itself,
Because some people were meant to be.
"Once the connection is finally found
The silence no longer empty
The laughter no longer false
Life may be this turbulent sea
Yet two souls adrift as one
Find shoring in one another..."
You've put it so well that I, who am usually so uncomfortable with boxes labelled 'love', don't mind this packaging at all.
Maybe it's because this poem is not particularly about labelling at all, but about the stuff nicely kept safe inside; this precious communion between two people; the smiles only they understand; the world of each other they create; the quiet temple of solace that admits two only; in an endless moment.
Its special. The stuff 'forever' is made of.
Okay... I'm officially intimidated. Your work flows like fine wine. You have a talent that is divine. Your words -- your imagery is stunning. I mean it. Keep up the great work!
A romantic idea, but one I want to believe in. I've seen you go grey and gloomy in your outlook, but I much prefer it when you're full of sunshine and optimism like now. May it always be so.
I thought that this was a wonderfull poem...this poem has some what of a meter almost imabic, so I tripped over the word impermeable. Maybe you could find a two syllable word with the same meanng. But otherwisw i really liked the message. CheersJ
Once the connection is finally found
The silence no longer empty
The laughter no longer false
Life may be this turbulent sea
Yet two souls adrift as one
Find shoring in one another..."
I enjoyed reading this Constance. Some people are meant to be, some things are not. When we make the final turn and bump into something telling us to stop, it divides us in two. One part crying out aloud, dying, the other smiling, ready for something new. Alive.
"Once the connection is finally found
The silence no longer empty
The laughter no longer false
Life may be this turbulent sea
Yet two souls adrift as one
Find shoring in one another..."
You've put it so well that I, who am usually so uncomfortable with boxes labelled 'love', don't mind this packaging at all.
Maybe it's because this poem is not particularly about labelling at all, but about the stuff nicely kept safe inside; this precious communion between two people; the smiles only they understand; the world of each other they create; the quiet temple of solace that admits two only; in an endless moment.
Its special. The stuff 'forever' is made of.
I like this poem "Some people were meant to be" i completely agree. but somethimes it's other factors: they are taken, not the right time, wrong religion etc etc and it's hard.
i can see this poem great on a spoken word stage (which i know you do). it flows very well too.
I write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..