Immortal soul

I don’t believe in an
immortal soul, but I
see your soul there
waiting for me
beyond the blue,
waiting for me,
pressing into my longing,
soft and sharp,
waiting in the those
tender times of silence
at the end of the day.

And when it is that my soul
cares to leave this clump of clay,
soul-to-soul, in embrace, you
will take me home, beyond
the blue, take me home where
my one shall become two once more.