To my soulmate, Part one: A poem 

(I waited for so long, long for you. And you were an infant in my arms) 

I feel my hair come loose, like a lion’s mane, 

and hang down right to my boots 

I spent all these long, long years 

feeling them till they deafened my ears 

There is a lamplight at my expectant door 

It shines bright even in the thunderstorm’s roar 

And though my home has a creaking floor 

It is filled with the magic of my soul’s core 

Who owns these windows, this garden, this decor? 

Who possessed these garments, each day, I wore 

Who thinks my thoughts? Who hears my words? 

I’ve seen the signs in the flight of birds 

And I am bound and free like a tree 

With its bark, branches and leaves; ample imagery 

I bless you, that you should your life lead 

even if it is for you that I profusely bleed