My Spirit Soars

My spirit soars to heights unknown,
     a forgotten place hiding just out of reach.
It lifts upward on the wings of the hawk,
     seeking that which was locked away.
My spirit soars to a familiar place
     long forgotten with time,
The heart that I locked away for
     its own protection silently calling.
My spirit soars to the only one
     who has always held my heart unknowingly,
The mate to its soul from
     a time long gone.
My spirit soars to the man who had
      unknowingly stolen my heart,
But now returns to once
      again become its mate.
My spirit soars to the arms
      that hold me tight,
The body that fits to mine
      just right.
My spirit soars to the warmth
      that comes from within
The man who has always been
      my hearts keeper.
My spirit soars to you ...
                            Whtwolf