My Other half...
written by Cehlia Nicole Newman-Menendez 2000©

Sanctity within one's mind,

ever growing webs of thoughts unheard.

Emotions yet to be expressed,

welling within one's being.

Love, so pure, so whole,

unearthed, planted upon synapse of charged light.

Explosions of sensation,

tingling, sparkling, as prisms swallowing and releasing light.

Words chipping away at the sculpture of this intangible.

Dust upon dust, unable to return to its original form

Confusion, convulsion of senses, wanting to be whole.

Desire for what once was... but exists nevermore.

Oh, please, return to the elements of past.

Allow sensation to alight, for love of another must

not cease but, be reborn.

CAN IT HAPPEN? One will never know,

as is our knowledge of God and Life, It is yet to be shown.