Recently, I came across a poem that I had written years ago but never finished. It sat in the drawer since 2010, forgotten under a pile of other papers. Recently, as I was rummaging through the drawer, I discovered it.
It was titled "Soul Mate" and I remember that at the time it was written in 2010, I had started to write it for my husband, but was not pleased with it.
Anyway, I took it out of the drawer and started fiddling with it. Then I became inspired. It slowly morphed into a more concrete poem with spiritual undertones. My husband was no longer here to receive it, since he departed this earth four years ago.
It was titled "Soul Mate" and I remember that at the time it was written in 2010, I had started to write it for my husband, but was not pleased with it.
Anyway, I took it out of the drawer and started fiddling with it. Then I became inspired. It slowly morphed into a more concrete poem with spiritual undertones. My husband was no longer here to receive it, since he departed this earth four years ago.
Meanwhile, I had recently played around with some music on my synthesizer and saved it. I decided to put the poem together with the music. Then, I became even more inspired and made it into a video and posted it on Youtube. I am including the link here:
These moments of inspiration are very happy moments for me. I found myself staying up late at night, and getting up early in the morning to work on this project. I was driven, and I feel good with the results. This is the "flow" state of being that has been written about by author Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, where time stands still and there is no time, while you are absorbed in what you are doing.
Here is the poem:
Is that sunlight in Your eyes
A reflection
Of Your soul?
Or is it caused by
Shades of thought?
That like a dove
Flies away when I approach
Yet I know Your thoughts are pure
Flowing like this crystal water
Quenching the curious person that I am.
Always, I wonder
Who You are -
While your silence beckons to me
Like a gentle, soothing dream.
Dare you reveal your very essence?
Shades of thought
Mixed with gray,
Once depicted rainy days,
now cannot recall the loneliness,
As I gather you in my heart
One prayer at a time,
And when I look into the mirror
My soul looks back
And I see You
in all Your glory.
by Patty Apostolides
July 25, 2017
