Imagine
One half of a soul…
To see this empty, longing being,
Incomplete,
Fighting to crawl out of the hardened earth
Snowblind,
Yet able to see by this unbelievable light,
Colors shining like aurora borealis,
Leading her way...
Such clarity and absence of shadow,
Windblown fields of white,
Miles upon miles of ice,
Melting beneath her feet.
The love so warm and strong,
Water running off like tears of Winter
In the direction of her life’s desire.
Unsure of her trajectory,
Positive of her goal,
No maps or compass to guide her,
Just a guardian angel
She is new to knowing and trusting,
Though she’s known of the presence
Since her conception.
Bound to this destiny since long before her birth
She never knew what was missing within her,
Only that she was lost
With this devastating loneliness
Until the moonlit night
When the stars finally came together,
Allowing words only the other half of her soul
Could recognize or comprehend.
Across the frosted miles and split-level hours,
Her arms opened,
Her heart came alive for the first time,
And fell still and silent.
The air around her ceased to exist,
Yet she breathed as if in rebirth.
With one simple greeting
Among familiar acquaintances,
Fate cleared her path
For a new lifetime.
Imagine the completed soul
And the two bodies harboring it,
Still kept apart by time and distance
Bound by vows from the beginning
Of all eternity.
Imagine this soul as love
Born in Winter,
The season promising rebirth after death,
Of renewal and emergence,
And often harsh lessons in survival.
Know that it will withstand
Any and all
With no bounds
With no end...

- L.C., 2003