My thoughts they drift from then to now, <br />Of what has been and what's in store, <br />So many seasons converge in one, <br />And from my heart my sorrows pour. <br /> <br />For once we were so very close, <br />Our thoughts would intertwine as one, <br />Knowing what the other thought, <br />Before one word had e'er begun. <br /> <br />Two minds alike, two minds close knit, <br />Each understanding every muse, <br />Telepathy between two souls, <br />Linking together, each sense did fuse. <br /> <br />We never appreciated the gift, <br />Of connecting with the power of thought, <br />But squandered it without regard, <br />And threw it far, as if worth naught. <br /> <br />I miss the connection of our minds, <br />Wherein we savoured many things, <br />A closeness that through so many years, <br />Has vanished forth on angels wings. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-minds-alike/
