10 minute recycled poetry

twin

yuor calm face
creeps into my mind,
as you draw near,
without a sound;
without noise,
you whisper,
soft and resonant,
into my soul.
my heart hearkens
to your call.
the space is too much
to endure.
you are the twin
of myself,
the one who compels me
to brave tempests
and gales.
in the end, to you i run,
home, at last i am!