What a gift it is when a soul
meets another of its kind.
You drink the same brandy and
speak the same unspoken rhyme.
I can look into your eyes and see all
your sepia scenes drift by.
From ventures across the sea to
hopes and dreams of untold worlds,
distant eras, and hidden lives.
I want to hear all of your old tales,
all of your burning lies.
I want the answers to all of my
questions and hopefully,
as my heart begins to beat again,
you want to yours, too.