Sunday, December 29, 2013

Whole

A wave, your breath;
As you sleep I hear you break against my distant shore,
And find you there.
A ray of sun, my dream;
As you wake you feel my eyes upon your distant soul,
And meet my stare.
Though we may never know it,
We each know the other well—
Through mutual silent friends:
Water,
Tree,
Wind,
And misconceptions like "myself" and "hell."

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