Saturday, June 4, 2011

Our Flesh Encases Us

We could’ve talked, but we didn’t.
Our eyes spoke across centuries,
Deep recognition of…that something, somewhere
Timeless merging, a deep chasm,
And I fall into the mystery,
An urge to know and not know,
Yet…you call in the silence, clear and crisp,
Talons sunk deep into phantom flesh
Pulling, tugging, opening in inspiration where
Lips should touch (but haven’t),
Where minds should dance, emotions flowing
Freely from the depths of the past,
And I could touch you, not with words alone,
Where I could feel your heart beat against mine
And know, know purely, that this is what we are.
We are kindred spirits, One in Spirit,
Across time and space,
Above and below –
But our flesh encases us, separates us, and the past –
The past is the past and we are in the Now,
Apart,

If only my heart knew the difference.

Dena L Moore
May 31, 2011