Step across step,
never touching.
Shadow mirroring shadow,
barely visible.
Thought reflecting thought,
almost alike.
Instinct echoing instinct,
infinite questioning.

Parallel Lives.

Footsteps move onward
straight and sure.
Intent is transformed,
unknowingly and discreet.
Curved line beckons,
wavering just slightly.
Movement follows closely
changing the direction.

Parallel Lives.

Voice is elusive
in verifying good will.
Emotion rules thought,
as feeling decides direction.
Stepping, shadowing, thinking,
never touching, barely visible.
Hanging in space,
unsure of the inevitable.

Parallel Lives.

One life removed
from another true soul’s journey.
Game of gods,
to test the eternal cosmos,
One soul separated,
in search of its reflection,
Twist of fate,
beckoning with hidden gesture.

Parallel Lives.

Millions of years,
spanning many lifetimes of weary miles.
Thousands of days,
filling the time that casually waits.
Hundreds of others,
each searching for the common connections.
One for another,
single moments defining the heart’s truth.

Parallel Lives.

Opposites are they?
Derision and division in a constant search.
Forever falling away,
because of their very truly stark differences?
Could their sameness
be too alike in darkness and light?
Is their destiny,
trapped within their own timeless stumbling steps?

Parallel Lives.

Always so close,
possibilities are achingly beyond their reach
Passing one another,
turned faces miss the one opportunity.
Breath caught momentarily,
glancing back reveals only vague history.
Memory still lingers,
something had stirred one another’s soul.

Parallel Lives.

Drawn like magnets,
each feeling the other’s attraction.
Parallel choices made,
both feel patient and impatient.
Dual decisions pause,
one hesitation waits for another.
Only footsteps apart,
sensing one another’s lingering turns.

Parallel Lives.

The magnet pulls,
the poles slowly reverse.
They are repelled,
dark then becomes light.
They drift apart,
simple then becomes complex.
They know distance,
something becomes hopelessly lost.

Parallel Lives.

Each search again,
wanting and needing.
Each knows longing,
presence cautiously haunts.
Each senses soul,
while poles twist
Each waits quietly,
living parallel lives.

Parallel Lives.

The days pass,
wakeful sleep.
The moments pause,
time watches.
The nights slumber,
shared dreams.
The seasons pass.

Parallel lives.

I thank you for reading this and commenting on it first of all Eprisoncells, then have to agree with you about the words. I’m not entirely sure that soulmates exist, but the topic intrigues me. I can imagine that there would be a great many unanswered questions when it comes to this. If I were to be in agreement with the issue I would say that love transcends death and in finding the one who is the only true ‘other’ there may be lifetimes of never even coming close to being together for any number of reasons. I imagined what it might be like if one of the two in the current lifetime was vehemently opposed to the others views morally and ethically…would they still potentially meet, could they? Would that be a reason for them to meet and find a common ground as intimated in the poem? More questions to your questions. Well, I just don’t know. Life is full of vicious cycles and yet there are an equal number of lovely cycles that prove the gift that we are to humanity…Thank you for your very kind words..Regards….

Thank you Silke. I'm glad you enjoyed those lines. They are rather like the silence hanging above a restless mind. Megan, I'm glad you took the time to read the poem and think about the concept a little. The missed opportunity is always so intriguing to think about. Movies prove the allure of the idea all the time and for good reason. It's a very hopeful topic for those of us who are hopeful romantics...Thank you both for your words. I appreciate it very much....