Marazaan

In the early hours
of the dark morning
while my body lays in sleep.
My soul lifts up
and drifts away
for me and you to meet.
Hand in Hand.
Floating hihg, nothing else exists,
our souls are one
and hearts are joined
as we travel through the mist.
Soon the sun comes up
and the light creeps in
and your hand slips from mine.
My soul returns
my body wakes
and my heart begins to die.
If I don't survive and night fall comes
and we can't meet again,
my soul will roam
and search the next life
with hope to fing you then.

[From: M to me]

20080126©

poem by scarlette Phoenix
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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