Pandamerous

When two spirits touch without trying,they enjoy it but their physical life won't allow them to neither can it stop them. They are left with black & white.

 

 

 

 

In the midst of a normal evening

A miracle hit my being

A soul interrupted mine

Down the lines

The universe crossed

Two beings aligned

And knew each other before

They knew themselves for sure

And a whisper became

Their calling card

As two spirits

Spoke

No strings attached

A pandamerous act

With no way to look back

Neither knew how to react

No gauge could hold their communication back

Whether in or out of contact

It was always made

Like an inner galactic implosion of sorts

Internal combustion of greatness

Self-destructing a path

That once seemed so clear

Both of them huddled nearer

To the Voice hoping direction

Would make everything like it was before

But neither was sure

If it ever could be

Each struggling with their own

Conviction and responsibility

Twisted them to where every thing that was

Was not

No way to grap such ludicrous thoughts

Walking away but really they are not

They reached accidentally through substance

Causing an eruption of manifestations to unfold

Each one scared to lose their comforting soul

They had stumbled upon with no knowing

Cloaked in innocence

Dangerous consequences

Began to take today and crumble it

But in the universe they are still speaking

Even when they are not listening

Trying to drown out the missing

And kill any kind of wishing

Remembering Godly positions must stand first

When in an instant an existence changed

Rearranged

And neither of them knew what happened

Trying to dim their reactions

Couldn't help but notice the oceans clapping

As the Heavens turned around

To see the commotion

Of two harmless beings floating

Entangled in a web

That kept them prisoner to the other

And once so sure about their next move

They felt abandoned and confused

Somewhat doomed

No matter what they choose

Both will probably lose

Even if only for the moment

As they proposed to be apart

Knowing realistically that would never be

Since one

Was the other

Before they ever came to see

For in the conscience of the other

Each soul resides

Tapping on the mind

And the two spirits touch all the time

Even when they are not trying

A connection that combined them

Strings of soul tied them

And love enlightened them

As they took their bodies and tried to guide them

Farther away from the touch that redefined them

Praying God wouldn't let them blind them

And maybe He could give an answer as to why then

They needed to ever find "them"

When neither was looking

A soul made love to another

Such a pandamerous act

Of two souls that can't turn back

But can't fully move on

 

pandamerous adj. The state of being cute or harmless-looking, but in fact being very, very dangerous.