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Soulmate Dream

JOHANNESBURG, S o u t h A f r i c a

My spine was made of diamonds
Velvet for my skin
Silver shining through my eyes
Inhaling gold, exhaling stars
Touching silk at midnight
Dewdrops at first sun
Butterflies and dragonflies
Around my head, they spun
Drifting down the river
To a home, all made of glass
A fire burned within
And he was waiting there
Flowers at his feet
Singing in his soul
An offering in his hands:
A beating heart outstretched
He laid it at my feet
And there we stood aglow
In fires raging heat
With earth below and starry night
Our souls alight
In pure white light