The music speaks

In words that others wrote to shout the secrets of my inner world. They tell of love fallen and centuries of missing you. Ghosts haunt my sleep and call to me as I drift into dreams where you and I are together. In another time, in another world, we are one. And here in this world I want to reach you and tell you the words they speak in hidden realms.

The music speaks secret notes of creation, sounds dancing about like dragonflies fluttering around flowers. Choreographed into scenes of death and rebirth. A cycle spinning out of control like a tornado ripping through the planes leaving nothing in its path save the lone shack that provides shelter to my soul.

I sit humbled by words others write that sing conversations I wish we could have with one another. Songs that tell of how your memory lives inside me breathing echoes of our love. Your love wrapped around me like the vibration of a crescendo penetrating veils across realms. It carries me higher than the clouds my spirit rests upon.

And while you listen to Pagan Poetry know I am the pagan that writes the poetry that calls to you across time and space. Begging gods and goddesses to return you to me. My soul met yours and it was then I knew no other would be enough. How I tried to push you out, yet the music had other ideas. Singing songs that tell our story of union, separation and return.

Songs that lift me as your kiss ignited everything I let die. You bring me back to life with words no one else has ever spoken to me. I’ve loved you since time began, an explosion that ripped us apart only to bring us together. The music speaks of you and I, whispering secrets of the fated realms, a mission placed in our hands.

They sing of twin souls, epic loves, centuries of loving. The need to leave you to find me, though my heart was always yours. My body too, it moves to rhythmic beats your heart plays for me as your hands glide over my flesh.

Soft lights with rhythms from our youth playing perfection as the gentle glow reflects upon me.

Upon us, it stings as dreams come crashing to a halt and I wake reaching for you, where you laid your head upon my bed, wondering if you’ll return. His voice echoes from beyond “Be brave” while I sit listening to our story being sung by strangers.

The music speaks of you and I, of love and lust, friendships and lovers, yet never hate. We are bound by what I do not know, though they do. Fate? Destiny? Twin flames? Divine calling screaming plans that cause ailments doctors cannot see as you walk away.

Head pounding like violent beats of death metal screaming lyrics few can understand. Yet her words embrace my soul with promises of what tomorrow may bring. No ordinary love could withstand the length of time it has taken for us to be here in this moment listening to words that others wrote and speak to my soul.