Soul Mate Poem by Allan James Saywell

A solitary man- who lived
Happiness was a cave
In that cave
A solitary confinement
Then she appeared
Out of a rose coloured mist
Then only then
Did city lights burn bright
No more cold nights
Warmth shone out of eyes so light
Pale like a blue bayou
The blonde held with bobby pin
No more hurt no more pain
Like a heart held in a vice
A kindred soul
No longer does he sleep with moles
Forever watched over
By a blue eyed rove