Within a heartbeat,
They meet.
Survival of the fittest.
Drawing in the who,
Soul crosses body.
Is it in the atmosphere,
Or the garden we lay?
How do we become,
You or I?
The love we’re given?
The hate we reap?
Decisions made
Before allowance
To understand
A path chosen
A choice passed by
Blink of an eye,
And there you are
Soul crosses body
At what moment in the sky?
DoRee MelNic 