Spinning
Turning
Twisting
Burning
Tangled up and gently floating
Bound with painted wires holding
Wound around and threaded closely
Deep within this presence ghostly
Chosen
Taken
Open
Wakened
Knit with fingers interwoven
Touched by warmth from hearts unfrozen
Lit by flames that flicker brightly
Grasping until held so tightly
Wrapped around and in between
You cover every part of me
As if the lines upon my frame
Were formed to pull you back again
To ravel here our kindred souls
Till which is which we cannot know
vampireweather 
I love the rhythm to this one, and such a passionate story.
As I drive down that old dirt road
Our song comes on and I turn the radio up
I don’t have to try, I know how it goes
I let my instincts take the wheel, and soon I’m lost in your love
Lost in the memories
Daydreaming of a beautiful story
Pictures of the tale of the centuries
Floating all around me
I don’t have to see a thing
To know for sure it’s there
I don’t need to wear a ring
To know how much you care
I haven’t seen you for a long time now
Somedays I’m scared you don’t exist
But then I remember just how
You taught me silently to get the gist
I can still hear your heart’s sound
And understand the words you cannot say
All the way on the other side of town
I listen very carefully every day
That’s why I know even if I never
Get a day when things go back to sane
Or get to stay with you forever
That our kindred hearts will always remain
Beautiful 🙂
Thank you. :$
This was just what I needed tonight
Mine surely pales in comparison to yours, but I thought I should write that last night. I’m glad to know the feeling was right.
Rhythm and passion – yes!! I love the story in this one….
Thanks! You have found your way back into the archives where few venture anymore. I am honored you have taken the time to delve so deep