Listening To Your Soul

If you listen to the forever of the ocean,

And the gentle rhythm of the spring rain,

And the fragile rhythm of a heartbeat in love,

And the rapid circus you long to feel again,

And you do not see the bright color,

And you do not see the selfless reason,

And you do not understand these things,

You only know there is no feeling for you,

And the wisdom of the ages is against the foolishness of the moment,

And the future, past, and present

It is the feeling of the gentle touch of someone you love,

As you are walking you can feel it, to be able to taste it

In a forest like a summer wind,

And like the voices of your soul mate in your mind,

And like the feelings in your heart,

That is telling you so much,

Some call it honor,

Some call it god,

Some call it Buddha,

I call it Love,

Some call it Power,

Come from above,

Some call it sex,

I call it Love,

When you feel the power of their presence,

And it is on the border of forever,

I call it Love.

by B.W.Dowda