Soul Mate
© 2002 Bob Anderson
From: Serpent Power

Long ago, you were the princess, I shoveled coal
Just a glance, our eyes fixed like the striking of a lance
  We tried to touch but we were worlds apart
  I risked my life but we were doomed from the start
  As my head lay on that chopping block
  My only thought was the music of your voice
     When you talked

The distant past, our tribes at war, the die was cast
Sneaking off, we loved so deep we didn’t hear them creeping up
  When they sacrificed us to the Mother God
  Traitors, both of us, to the noble cause
  As the blade plunged deep into your chest
  You smiled and said we’d meet again
    When the time was best

        Days turn to years, smiles change to fears
        Pleasures become tears, I’m alone without you
        At the back of my brain, you whisper my name
        Cruel fate remains, the same

Next time around, you were my daughter, I was a clown
Years apart, we can’t be lovers but we held each other’s heart
  Fate isn’t cruel, it’s diabolically obscene
  Cursed to fondle through these unfulfilled reviens
  I watch you walk into the sunset
  My clenched heart cries out in pain
    And regret