O Soulmate !

O soulmate, of denied existence
let me find my soul first
the glass shoe I'll then take around
from city palace to that remote hut

As I look for you all around
Its more a search of lost self
somewhere within and without
a mute perfection waiting to prevail

Handful of salt thrown either way
safe shores, see'em all receding away
the pain and the pleasure of love labor
realm unseen unknown, into we both sway