My soul mate

My soul mate

A Poem by Deborah Shepard

Dreams under reality submerges in life's miracles
with wonder and amazement with whispers
what kind words we say to each as we pass thru the tunnel
only wishing life lines touch our silver chords
for the instant to feel, touch, see, memories grasp for the moment

making the book with realizations and crowing with rainbow sediments
lasting walks along life's journey to heaven
Angels speak in our hearts whispers gently in our ears just a hint
Listening to childhood laughs, giggles skipping rocks
Stringing the beads glass, mosaic, plastic, wooden by all life's fine threads
To make the finest woven placemats of all travels to take to heavens gate

Storing treasures in our hearts for eternity of trees sprouts and rings of family,
In the families garden echo has a palate with glorious stands of accompaniments
Merrily we go along singing our song, we see the rainbows and dreams of our lives
Touch for the sands of time pass quickly till we are at twenty nine years and life's caught the memories and placed them in a time box
You hand me the ring that is circled our years to bless the event I have my years to give
With each one I have added me in the picture to keep in your heart
In this box is my hopes, dreams and us
Will you thee wed me again?
I hold your love dear to me,
You echo the longings of your heart, And still I hear and feel the closeness with in my inside voice
The angels blended our two lives to the woven tapestry my husband Bobby
To weave gods perfect pattern we had to first join our souls as "Soulmates

© 2008 Deborah Shepard


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Deborah Shepard
Deborah Shepard

yelm, WA



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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Deborah Shepard is a published author, poet and writer whose poems tell a story of dreams we have and the beauty of traveling in them to give us belief, hope, and life. Deborah s.. more..

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