Surreally Serendipitous

He put his keys on the table by the door and swears that a hint of a sweet scent gently rest upon every inch of his very being... She washing dishes in a sink, thinking of a song she never heard but that her heart does sing and soul does leap to and a warmness holds her... And as if a light was there before him not seen but felt twilight dreams and forever more and beyond becomes an answer as some as 2 being the sum of one and one becoming one... And she could feel the silhouette of a feeling of a soul of a beacon that beckon yet comprehension that should be present had left its post... “Missing pieces and broken hearts are the bricks laid to be the yellow brick road that leads to nothing, I know but... against my wishes infused empowered by instinct... senses.. intuitions... I do dream.. and as I do my hope and wishes fuse to a being reaching for the moon... needing starlight... there is a she I don’t know....” he say staring into the cold abyss of hopelessness yet being warmed by... “Unfailing truth is that those who speak fail to speak truth... though I feel a pain that isn’t mine and a flame grown and dimming at the exact same time... my heart is a puzzle that puzzles the puzzled though I am simple but in a realm of chaos who is accountable” she speaks aloud to no one.... And as the two retreat to their place of rest they hold on to their pillows tight but feels an energy, a vibe, a... soul holding them just in the ether at wonder of a word at the tip of the tongue of their consciousness that hits them like a mist turned lightning.... ...serendipitous...