Soul mate Stories

Mysterious, powerful, relaxing, adjectives describing the wind. It’s everywhere and nowhere. So perplexing! It’s will, no man dare rescind. It refreshes more than sun or seas when it chooses to wear its outer breeze. Just as quickly it dons its wrapping glove, enveloping all with winds of love. It has neither shape nor substance true. But when it chooses to blow on you, refreshment comes as morning dew and dries your brow...

Mystic hazy dawn sounds softly floating around, Awakening enchanting love, her soul is unbound, Winding pathways guiding her upon holly ground, On a quest for her soul mate, yet to be found, For she won’t be left alone on her journey profound.

She's a creature of the night She's the wind and the rain She's the twilight, she's the dawn. She slips unseen in between men's dreams. Her steps light as the breeze that ripples thru the leaves. If you look in her eyes you can see the stars and her countless untold dreams, and her restless search for another's heartbeat. The owls haunting call in the dead of the night echos her tears for something she cannot describe Her...