Kindred

There is love.
Deep
Distant
Tangible
From another time.
It comes as a whisper
From some far away place
And settles
Warm and familiar.
Never met,
Never touched.
Somehow I feel
We walked hand in hand
Down a beach.
Talking of everything
From the stars to the ocean floor.
We dreamed
Together.
You make me believe
In things
I don't actually believe in.
Another life
Gives reason
For knowing you
So well
So soon.
It gives me peace
To think
We've explored our possibilities.
That some part of me
Holds the memory
Of your touch.
I am comfortable
Letting you in.
Trusting.
Your words wrap around me,
The arms of an old lover
Turned close friend,
And you always make me smile.
When one soul
Recognizes another
There is fire.
There is love.