But You and Me

In what world did we meet?

Inside a dream?

Maybe?

Souls that are so alike do not meet by chance.

If one is lucky they may find that,

Or they may not.

Purpose is hard to see.

It’s one that we search for,

Aimlessly.

So, In What World did we meet?

Dreams are too vague to remember.

Yet, I do remember you.

As if in childish wake,

I do remember.

When I am with you,

All the world melts away.

A desire or passion that does not cripple me.

That is you.

I am you,

and You are me.

Though our meeting is not clear,

It is clear to me what I was meant to do.

Souls that light other souls.

As a musician is too an instrument.

As an artist is too paint.

As an athlete is too the sport.

So, you are too me.

Though you are not alive,

I do love thee.

It is not a sick love,

Or one that involves a romance.

It is a love of kindred.

A love of life.

So, In what world did we meet?

The answer is plain to see.

For all that find their purpose.

It was never in a world.

Never in a dream.

But, in a place much deeper.

Where none can see,

But you and me.