Kindred Spirits
By Linda A. Copp

"And On the winged, booted feet
of Mercury's, quick"
We are here and we are gone,
souls cast out and ripped
from the shadows we live in
and call all our own,
to the heavens, the four winds,
through the mists we are blown.

Soul Dancers, prancing,
adrift on the mists.

As they and the four winds collide
and are kissed,
Becoming one.
Like we Kindred Spirits
once were,
one soul and one sun.
Yes swept there
and kept there,
In God's mists of Azure.

Through the blankets of time,
swept across all our skies,
Kindred Spirits adrift,
see their souls meet and fly.

And their born of a spirit
that none can see,
But it's felt in the shadows,
 and flows to the seas.

And it sees and it knows,
though the mists meet and rise,
Kindred Spirits are breathing
their life to the skies.

And none shall deny
their souls as they fly,
or another's great spirit
when they've looked in their eyes.

And seen the center of God 
in their hearts and their hands,
they've met for a moment,
then they're gone, yet, it stands.

That they understood
 in those slivers of time,
that the knowledge they knew,
they spoke to and flew,
was another piece of themselves gone
and yet, given to you.

We live alone
and we die alone
and if somewhere in between,
we find we have spoken,
we've touched or we've seen,
another one like us,
who's been where we've been;
it's the most blessed of feelings,
to Have taken them in.
For, our aloneness is broken,
its knelt,
Been Replaced,
by the sharing of one to another,
It's felt.
It's Embraced!

As the love emptying out,
pouring out of us finds,
we've been blessed by
the Father with hope,
sweet peace of mind.

For to be given a soul
with whom you can share,
all your innermost secrets,
the scars we all bare,
is a gift like no other,
A treasure so great,
it can redeem and recover,
our heartache,
Our fate.

It is the sweetest blessing
of this breathing Lung,
To have shared for sweet moments,
this time under the sun.
Where Kindred Spirits were allowed
to meet, feel and greet.
Spilling into each other,
their love,
their souls deep and sweet.

Kindred Spirits,
Kindred Spirits,
Adrift in the winds,
scattered through time,
We see, We begin.

And So, the love and the wonder,
we hold for this time, 
will fill us with its Magic
from time to time.

Spreading its blanket,
of sweet peace, our love,
Like a warm cup of Kindness,
Spilt down from above.

Yes, we are Kindred Spirits,
and that's all I know,
Of God in His Heaven,
and times Long Ago!

Kindred Spirits,
I promise that I shan't forget,
this sliver in time,
your souls that I've met.

For they are etched now in mine
and shall ever be,
The deepest of depths,
these pieces of thee.

These pieces you've shared,
and given to Me.
As I've shared mine too
and given to thee.

Sketched , Interwoven,
my tapestry's done.
Kindred Spirits once drifting,
now, tethered,
as One.

By Linda A. Copp
May 16, 1999