Their essence, a vibration,
A frequency of wavelengths like yours and mine.
Essentially I am you and He is I,
This ghostly figure, that fought and died.

In the vast expanse of time, we are intertwined,
Connected by the threads of destinies cold design
Our souls entwined in a cosmic dance,
of light and darkness, a love that hates.

We are but mirrors, a reflection of one another -
A perfect symmetry of light and shade.
Our hearts beat in synchrony,
A rhythm that cannot be swayed.

Each belong to a specific coin,
Each an entracat piece of design -
That shapes the delicate sides.
Inseparable in our duality,
Yet a bond of eternal unity.

We are the whisper of the wind,
The rustle of the leaves,
The song of the birds,
The laughter of the breeze.

Our souls are a tangled tapestry of bent frequency,
Creating the colors of our soul.
We are one in our essence,
A vibration that always rises,
knowing no bounds, finding new heights.





© Words Of Anthrax

Inspired by @Garry6653
and his Poem Ghostly Replays