We are all born with a missing piece.
And will search the planet to no end looking for
our split apart.
In a land of the time of before our birth.
We all had a mate.
Joined together were we at the heart.
Not physically but with a rage, a scream, a cry.
Our heart would search for our split apart if separated.
Until the day we die.
I searched for mine and found him in many life times.
Always listening to the sound of the rage, the scream, the cry.
As many times as I was to leave this earth and then return
The longing for my split apart would never die.
He is here. Waiting for his heart to come to life.
I must find him where our love light can burn.
We will know each other by the connections of our split apart.