My name is soul mate
Solar eyes
a mate we seek for the souls abode a body in hiding as the soul now sings I’m body I crave my inner ghostÂ
we seek what’s hidden in plain sight the feet that walk our spread and extend what we only know as image so lifeÂ
true likeness lost to the fall then land as we sleep then seek where times other side holds secrets to what we’ve lost but once knownÂ
   Life’s passing memory be it from child or sentiments as we growÂ
   The mistakes but good deeds we own setting measure to the scale of internal homes
pieced into external mind hide and seek while we are left with days to walk and dream
  Nights flee as we lay rest days repeat tonights mystery to each and every next truth come or truth gone with a sleeping đź’¤ land of lost untilÂ
forever dark to thoughtÂ
  The light we claim with the color of mood from grim to frown then sleeps everlasting
claim to the other side of moments held to a grin as we dream of nothing but truth as we wake a quest with an outcome to ask that’s never to moments removedÂ
  Now with both sides one timeline the soul the embodiment the ghost the only mate of one complete so search is over now that soul mate is the vision within to matching feet to feats given never broke will as we accent from the decent at the bottom until summit to basin we rise insideÂ
   Seek no further the answer to clear your soul mate is you once found nothing will ever compare to the shoes now full to the breath that gives life to a body now residing celestialÂ
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Comments
You hit on multiple truisms ! enjoyed the write very much! great depth and passion!...........................Jim
Thank you ,
 I found that at least in my way paved the true soil to mate is us then the next steps so love thy self then extend the same love and we can’t go wrongÂ
I was not expecting such a fast flowing poem in this write! Takes something special to throw me off my guard so kudos. Your poem structure is what I love the most, just seems to read and read. No faults or breaks makes for very engaging poetry. Kind regards. The Fish of the SeaÂ