Tuesday, April 11, 2006


Those young eyes now forever hidden from his glance would never smile or cry for him. Her soul, lifting slowly from her body senses him, recognizes him, flies past him in a vain effort to caress him and know him. He lifts his eyes. While his body trembles his heart sinks in despair. Her spirit struggles to return.

It's too late.

They would never meet.

1 comment:

Margit said...

Sad to think that the soulmates would never meet in this case. Or maybe it is rather a happy event? It probably depends on what we believe how many soulmates we have... If we believe there is more than just one out there, than I would consider such a brief encounter actually a happy moment.