Sunday, February 10, 2019

Divide


The candlelight
was weak,
about to fade away.
The winter had laid us bare,
but the trees
encircled us,
made for us an
unassuming home.

In his arms
there was a tenderness
something unusual.
I sensed a seeker
that had dropped
old attachments
and penetrated the
thousand-year divide
between lives.

In his words
were ancient whispers,
an electric promise
radiating through the ocean
and flowing to the stars.

The journey
was about to begin
fresh and new
ancient and arcane
ageless and eternal.

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