Thursday, July 16, 2015

the far shore of another soul

here, my self, my world, my heart
words are inadequate.

for all i want to do
to break a piece off
a mirror segment showing sky
or cut a scrap of silk
night black and grained

to press to your palm, to say
this is what i see, what i feel
this was my day -
pray on this.

days do not break into moments
fit for the consumption of the one you love
nor do moments break into words
easily encoded and sent by air

there is only the whole:
one heart,
one life
and the dark tossed sea
stretching between it and the lights
on the far shore of another soul

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