eternal...

cosmic love on the ethereal level...

we were born

before time began to tick

between the whisper

of winds and leaves

dreaming of each other

but never meeting

haunted

tortured

yearning

reaching beyond the abyss

of that which calls itself

eternity

souls matched

by some Great Hand

with a sense of masochistic humor

reaching you only

on the ethereal

where words never say

only touches

light and featherlike

teasing our senses

and patience

ruptures of reality's fabric

a glimpse of your world

a peek at mine

then it enfolds it

closing it off

from us

each other

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

humor masochistically..perhaps as we perceive it..eternity

souls matched

by some Great Hand

with a sense of masochistic humor

reaching you only

on the ethereal

where words never say

[Quinn Blackburn]

stellar wordcrafting! Actually, kinda brought to mind the story from What Dreams May Come. The opening six lines are my favorite, well done!

[Ruth]

Excellent:)
An almost tangible companion is fate and the ethereal world!
Beautiful expression here, yearning and hope in a surreal landscape:)
xx

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

the irony of love and dualities disected~ fate is a cruel mistress~ this is beuatiful Brad~ a haunting sadness throughout~