Returning To The Homes Of Our Selves
last night
we are even,
i was about to tell
you about a wall i am making,
you said it first instead,
your wall in invincible
both are unseen, but only felt
we celebrate this mutual wish
we are so near
there are only a few words that divide us
and yet we are so far
and we feel it in trembling
what we do not see
when we first know love
are the same unseen dimensions
that make us go home
when i arrive there
i meet myself and you too tell me
that in your world
you have met the true self that you are
the days are over
the nights are longer
the full moons are gone
and so are the stars
did i not tell you that sometimes
it is in the dark that we see too well?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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