You are my old soul, or so I’m told
the one who walks with me through all things.
You are the arms that hold me
and the shoulders where I rest my head.
Yours is the heartbeat I have heard in dreams,
the heart that beats to the rhythm of my own.
You are the one who dries my tears with a whisper,
and makes me smile with a single thought.
How long have we waited, how many lifetimes,
to find one another in a single moment.
Now we walk together through the days and nights
with a knowing that reaches beyond the shadows.
Perhaps I am your old soul as well.