Soul Mate

I hear your voice in the wind,
your laughter in the rushing waters
of a mountain stream.

I feel the warmth of your touch
in summer's sweet caress.
I see your eyes in the moonlit night,
silent shadows reflecting off indigo pools below.

The crisp scent of autumn tastes of you.
Rustling leaves become the music
of your soul.

Your name echos across canyons,
transported by starlight.
You are in every drop of nature,
every tendril of thought,
always in my love.

                            Sonara