Rare Kindred Spirits
When kindred spirits meet
It is as wind upon the sail;
A driving force, a rising heat,
Hold fast! Let it not fail!
So rare the kindred spirit is,
So few indeed there are;
When this you find, yes, nurture this,
Let it not drift afar.
For kindred spirits once apart
May never find once more
A heart so well matched with a heart
As they have found before.
There are those rare occasions in life when you are fortunate
enough to meet
a kindred spirit
and instant friend.
My friend shall forever
be my friend,
and reflect a ray of
Good to me.
LoJrnL
To my kindred spirit,
My kindred spirit, destined to touch my soul.
For a moment I thought I would never find you.
That I was destined to be alone....
But then I looked up one day and there you were.
A smile so warm it reached into my lonely heart and made it
glow.
A voice so soft and yet so strong, I once again felt safe.
Your touch so tender I felt love,
yet with such urgency I felt pure rapture.
The words that you spoke infiltrated the core of my soul.
My pervading spirit....
Are you for real? Please don't be an apparition in my dream.
If you are, I will forever sleep in the arms of the spirit....
For to imagine walking the earth without you is an insufferable
thought.
More
poems and thoughts about the 'Kindred Spirit'
As my adventures unfold this is where I am building a collection
of links to other Kindred Spirits I meet along the way! Check
back soon!
Kindred
Spirit
by Cyndi Lauper
If you think you're hearing something
And you can't think what it is
If you feel a quiet longing
Lift your heart into the wind
There you'll find my kindred spirit
There you'll meet me as a friend
It is just a kindred feeling
Kindred's
Tears
by Watcher
Some kindred spirit is crying now.
Unseen, it sheds its tears.
It Cries for wasted love, with wasted years.
It cries for bleeding youth and tortured pain.
It sheds to tear for moments claimed insane,
but cries and cries a nonstop flood to wash away the sin:
and pleases no a silent saint who chose its soul to turn in.
Silent whispers pass lying lips,
too much to hold a precious secret that silence never rips.
Newly told in passive recognition,
a sweet deception as old as the grave.
Deceitful inspiration, sparked by power,
destroys your sanity and your will it in caves.
Can you sleep on a bed of rain;
Float on the tears kindred's cry?
Because of the layout of this site,
there are many pages,
sub-pages and links
To make it easier
to see exactly what is all here,
I have
included a Site Map
to help you on your journey
through the
Lodge.
If you get off the path during your journey,
just click on
the site map.
