In parallel universes of black and white with Technicolor dreams in-between <br />The lady Sara surfaces just above the rest with soft and ancient breath <br />To calm and smooth my venture's rippled boundaries <br />Wherein I have only come this far with so much left to go beyond the fold <br />The lady Sara has seen and done it all before and informs me well <br />For I am the ever constant naysayer of a twice bitten and poisoned man <br />Forgetful that we all are capable if we can survive the initial shock of letting go <br />Ya anal retentive as I may be… I try and try to release my inner self <br />Only to find that a diet full of fruits and fiber doesn’t really help <br />A constipated and bound personality such as me <br />To free his bowels <br />Of the crap that binds the world to the other stars <br />But the lady Sara….she sees them twinkling bright <br />When I view only the darkness of their light <br />And together we discover many things in the Technicolor dreams in-between <br />Where lovers may fear the depth of their commitments <br />Soul mates are eternally free to roam…<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/surrogate-soul-mates/
