Soul Mates

Did the astral seed split
and divide into two spirits
on its way to earth?
To be blown to four corners,
by the elements of time and space
of fate and destiny untold.
The splitting of the seed
made twin souls,
mirror images of divinity,
hearts that beat together
along the same line of blood.
Once born unto an earth mother
the souls are sent their separate ways
along the path of life they tread
following the charted stars
each one a stepping stone
to the next.
The invisible cord that joins them
never breaks, never falters.
To find your true soul mate
on this planet
is the biggest test of time,
feelings emerge,
deep emotions run wild,
until the kiss of souls
are joined as one,
forever and beyond time
until eternity parts them.

Gods of Time

"How do you write these words?"
asked the Gods of time.
"Do you consult the parchments of destinies?"
"Hell, no," she laughed.
"The muse is my soul."
"We do not understand,
we are merely expressions."
"Does your ink flow and merge with papyrus?"
"Hell, no," she laughed.
"The ink is my sweat and blood."
"You are truly unique,
you have a soul made from muse,
and your blood is the ink of your pen.
Explain your thoughts to us," nodded the Gods.
"Hell, no," she laughed.
"Read my words,
let them seep into every crevice
that makes you the Gods,
then you tell me who I am,
for it was you that created me."

Death of a Heart

Sinking across empty domains of void
dragged down in quicksand quagmires
heavy laden hearts strewn
like the petals of a dying rose
sinking deep into oblivion
cast out by hopeless lovers
these hearts will form a blanket
encased in the mud's of time
left behind like fossils of prehistoric years
each one still beats and eternity echo
when the morning breeze calls
the ears of hell cry their tune
lost amongst ruined walls
of the ancient city of love

Friendship Bond

Of foreign blood and eyes of jet,
heart of beating gold,
from a distance he watched over her
reading her soul of poetic words,
never intruding, stepping lightly,
whispering softly,
wanting only to ease her pain
and see her smile.
Her beauty danced forth his eyes
yet he saw the real image
of flesh and tears,
heard her cry for help.
His love for her was unique in kind,
strong friendship bond,
the more he held her in his thoughts,
offered his comfort,
she slowly trusted him,
melted into his being
and offered him her heart
over time
her soul will follow.

Just for a few hours

For a few hours out of a lifetime
I was yours, to hold and caress.
The whole world stood still for us,
nothing else mattered that day.
The clouds just hovered gently
as the wind whispered our names.
Those hours could have been eternity
captured as an essence to draw upon
when loneliness calls.
Now I sit here and write the words,
remembering your taste, reliving
your touch of silk, and holding
on to a memory, one we will
always share.
Where the next destiny takes us
is already written, long before our births,
I have no answers to give,
all I know is, I captured a moment
and I hold it to my heart forever.

Black Hole

Each person she met, then loved
took more fibres that made up her soul,
taking, always taking
no matter how much she gave
until all that was left was a black hole.
Deep inside they trod, trying to find a pulse,
not even an heart beat was to be heard,
for everyone of them contributed to her death.
For as the black hole is infinite,
they presumed her love to be the same.
Dredging through the remnants of her life,
they all mourned. Each one took turns to touch
what was left of her. Just as
she entered this earth
her shell left it the same way
in a swirling mist of dust and time,
particles of nothing for no one to see.

Flames of Desire

Flames of desires sweeping my soul
as images fleet my mind,
passion blazing hotter than
the noon day sun.
Feel the heat,
take my hand,
pull me closer than possible.
For as our souls join in love
and erupt with volcanic force,
visions blur into kaleidoscope colours,
nectar and cream swirl,
beating hearts slowly ease
and breathing becomes shallow.
Bodies still locked in warm embrace
as the gentlest of touch
still sends electric pulses surging.
Eyes fixated upon each others beauty,
whispers only heard by angels
as lips once again merge.
Your taste I will remember,
the smell of your skin my own perfume,
heights of passion reached
leaves a calmness of our love.
Take it to eternity,
wrap it in silk
and weave the faerie magic upon us.

Pieces of Beauty

To hold a rose in your hand,
gaze upon its beauty
inhale its perfume
and hold it close
is an act of selfishness.
For to watch it bloom
upon its stem, cherish
it daily, casting over it
a loving eye and bending
gracefully to be intoxicated
by its fragrance is pure love.

Just as the nightingale
so tightly locked inside
the cage of gold
could not sing one pure note,
but released, it sang so sweet
enchanting all who wished to hear.
So too my soul needs nourishment
to blossom like a rare orchid.

To him I gave each piece
of my love and was denied
the basic needs to flower,
for inside like the rose
that was held too tightly
and deprived of life,
it withered and died.
I am slowly dying one second
of each day.

Now I offer myself to you
for your soul is pure crystal
and you offer me the food
of life, for words are life to me,
and you speak like an angel
holding my soul as if it's
a priceless treasure.

Fill every crevice of me
with your words,
until my soul is encased
in a blanket of pure love
leave it to nurture and
flourish until eternity calls
and our souls unite in heaven.

Copyright © 2002 Karen Canning
All rights reserved

About the Poet

Karen Canning is forty-one years old and lives with her husband and son in England. She began writing poetry four years ago and now finds that poetry surges in her veins. She has a garden created to attract the fae and feels that her soul has been on many journeys, perhaps to a past life. About her poetry, she says, "These are my words, my visions, and my memories which I share with you. Let your own mind go on an emotional journey with me." If you'd like to know more about Karen Canning's work and read other poetry, short stories, and articles by Karen and other writers, please visit her website, Lavender Mist.