Do soul locked eyes of lovers see
The span of our small galaxy
Within the eyes that they adore
When they meet on this earthly shore?
Do they recall just playing games
While choosing how they look and names
That they will use this time around,
Or are their true thoughts more profound?
Do choices made before their birth
Restrict free will while on the earth,
Or is there life outside the lines,
Gone off the grid, beyond the signs?
Do laid out plans predestinate
Or simply fuel more hot debate,
About the depths of freedom's choice
To hear or not that still small voice?
When on this side and looking back,
The glass we're looking through seems black,
Except for pin prick points of light,
Revealing just the smallest sight
Of what we left to sojourn here,
How little that we need to fear.
When planning, we're so positive
Of who we'll be and how we'll live,
That there may be some points we miss,
When wrapped inside our clouds of bliss.
It seems the vast majority
Forget what they had planned to be
Or how the plan had been laid out
Before rebirth, maybe too stout.
The lessons that we planned to learn,
Are not so easy to discern
When growing up and searching love,
For that hand to fit your glove.
But getting back to starry eyes,
To me it comes as not surprise
When lover's souls click into place,
Recalling more than our small space,
When stellar light shown from within
Becomes the sign they're one again.
Richard Higley © July 3, 2014
