Photograph courtesy of Caroline & Michael Nigro
Awakening from mantic dreams,
my body vibrates, and it seems
that one of my beloved mates
has merged with me at dreamland’s gates
to strengthen our connection.
Not knowing which direction
brings these fervent feelings home
invites my consciousness to roam.
In sorting through my nighttime deeds,
my mind aspires to look for leads
that point to any open wires
uniting me with ardent fires
produced by soul connections.
The source of such affections
while I’m lying all alone
most oftentimes remains unknown.
Yet, when moonbeams glow,
he sends his warmth on loving vibes.
And though I may not know
the name of he who loves me so,
my Higher Self inscribes
the truth with Hypnos’ inky seal.
In spirit or in form, the love is real.
And when the place and hour are both ideal,
this soul connection, Spirit will reveal.
It’s clear that neither time nor space
can stem the flow of love’s embrace.
No matter if my phantom beau
is of this time or long ago,
my innermost reflections
unveil my soul connections.
Separation can’t untie
the sacred bonds that mystify.
One day, the place and hour will be ideal:
This soul connection, Spirit will reveal.