Strange Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Inspired by the word works of Our Own Leria Hawkins

I know you
our paths seem familiar
beneath I hear your whisperings
know your hidden soul
our voice' ring as an echo
deep and dark; your demons
fire their venom
just the same, your passion signs
that your heart feel' devotion to me
suspicion says; that we are playing those games
I do believe in fairy' tale', whatever!
Illusions of heart, of mind, of soul' blow
as I catch your soul whole…
In our winds the whisperings gather
and I know you
and you know what that implies…
strange, as I have mentioned
you are a familiar
IAM knows this forevermore!