Over-Soul, by Albert Ahearn Subscribe to rss feed for Albert Ahearn

A surreal chance encounter
began when I bumped into her
one lovely, Sunday afternoon
while walking Fairview avenue.
Both she and I apologized
then looked into each others eyes.
It was at that very moment
the eyes revealed our involvement:
we had once been husband and wife
living a former different life
but now gaze through and into
different colored eyes, once blue.
We recognized our mated souls
part and parcel of over-soul.
Posted: 2013-02-21 13:27:00 UTC

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