When I look to his face
I feel a familiarity
That is ages old
His eyes
Windows deep into his soul
I can touch him there
He sees me
Knowing the knowness
And becoming One a moment at a time
Anything he asks
Is his
He lives in my heart
I know him and knew him
At the same time
I understand him
He cares for me
But has no room
I am too far away
Complicated
And beautiful
He came from nowhere and everywhere
I wasn't looking
But found this flawed
And perfect light
He woke me up
Wakes me up
Gives me breath in the minutes I'm drowning
Wishing I had the courage
To set him free
But afraid to lose a centuries old connection
2 comments:
The sparsity of the poem renders the emotionality more poignant, Heather - beautiful.
And, in my experience, connections are not lost when we set others -or ourselves- free. There is a string connecting our heart to theirs while they -and we- are free to soar into new worlds. :-)
Your words really touch me.
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