By
Richard Haesche
Alone, alone... so all alone,
Ten thousand worlds apart,
From one whose love I cherish,
From one who touched my heart.
The perfect love that never died
But ripened more with age,
The love that's set to music
And fills my every page.
How many incarnations, Lord?
How long between each life?
Will my present soul-mate still consent
To be my next earth-wife?
If not, then give me wisdom, Lord,
To seek within my Soul,
To realize that Truth within
And reach my final Goal.
sad, lovely poem