does your heart seeks my warmth
the same way mine does yours
are you searching for me are you longing for something to be
hoping a smile will melt this Ice
your glossy eyes reflect my melting soul
can you replace my empty hole
my heart feeling nomadic
travelling through time searching
maybe we have met before, reoccurring fate
maybe we are soul mate
“dear Watson…” is this elementary?
lovers in our past life? my heart is weary
these deserted lands, these lonely hands
walking on rocky sand
in hopes to when hold our annual meeting..
The Unspoken Arts