When Souls meet in Heavens

 

There is no time now,
no date, no season—
no city,
no turning street,
no you, no me—
as if the limits of the body
were long left behind.

Now,
only a radiance remains—
it flows through the memory of you,
and pulses
in the pauses between my silences.

We no longer speak in words—
we shimmer in the waves
that echo like prayers
through the veins of creation.

You are no longer body—
you are water, you are air,
perhaps the drop of dusk
that rests on my lashes
at the end of each day—
only in your name.

And I?
I am no longer solid—
perhaps a mist,
or the faint fragrance
that rises still
from the pages of an old letter.

We no longer meet
on streets, beneath neem trees,
or by any forgotten bend—
we meet now
in dreams
where souls
become endless light,
folded into one another.

Love now
asks for no time,
no place,
no proof.

Love now simply flows—
in waves of starlight,
in layers of sleep,
and in that stillness
where the final breath
becomes the first touch.

We—
no longer in form—
are bound
in one eternal vibration.

You, in my light,
I, in your song.
You, in my silence,
I, in the memory of your touch.

That night,
which was once that one night,
is now
every night.

That love,
which was once a touch,
is now pure light.

That silence,
which once was speech,
is now existence.

We were,
we are,
we shall always be—
two souls
folded into the same sky,
becoming one aura
forever
within one another.