here's a poem I wrote about six years ago.

[brandon callaway]

.the night of the eclipse ...... and a taste of what could be .... the color on the harvest created ..... the taste of severity ..... black is her want but bright are her eyes .... as they brighten in the moonlight in a dead summer sky ...... to touch and to feel, to caress what is real ..... I'll never let this go .... till the pastels that the god once created makes the twin flames glow
the subtleties call to me, the magnet has seduced and overcome ..forever two becomes one ..give me this moment I sing of her trust, one sweet second ......for eternity I lust ....... this bliss, this fate, this chance to create.so my lessons can be done!!!!
unfold me into the rest ....... ........ohhh synchronistic mystery of my scarlet mistress
envelope me inside this ...... sever the mistaken illusion .... with my eyes I see though you .... your center, as I kiss a figment of what I could have and want... a trail of mist I chase
but this dream .... this plague.....displaced, as a desire shreds my faith to waist
I look into the mirror and all I see is my own image
waking up again in the winter rain severed of completeness and full of dullness ...
I've survived the past and the future is out of sight
down with her blackness and up with our light
in this summers and winters change, meld them into one, so I can once again understand the glow and warmth of sun
change the gray to white and black ....... so essence can come back ......
forgive my love for missing me as such
but my life will be a dream till realities touch
the realm of love will intertwine coagulate and co-create .....
when the twin flames glow as one again sealing my fate.
the night of the eclipse ...... and a taste of what could be .... the color on the harvest created ..... the taste of severity ..... black is my want but dim are my eyes .... as they close... she breaths, in moonlight woven pinion rays dance on my curious stair as I watch wilting leaves and think of her ...... to touch and to feel, to caress what is real ..... I'll never let this go .... till the pastels that the god one created makes the twin flames glow ...... untie this knot ....... unchain this fetter ...masculine de feminine .... bring the flame together....
great eternal one ...... great and virtuous, vision divine, weave this need of mine
on my knees and bleeding for sorrows sake with a hole shaped as the other piece me
what once was grown from seed ...... a spark of just your love and light and givingness to feel this need.......
  I looking at your moon, folded up in different view as you show me your eclipse this night, all I see is you!!!!!
experienced in this ...... reality...; that loves more pain than real for now
not until I melt down ego .... prima materia comes
then the flames of blue and gold can dance,... once again as one !!!!!!!!
brandon callaway .... an inspiration of the twin flame thoeory tuesday december twentie first, 2010 5:50 AM