by Phil Walling
In this sad night when all seems apart and somehow as one, I have a twinkle of you and think how different it must be to have lived your life instead of mine. But somehow, in that moment, I feel a universal kinship and realize that we may not seem that different after all, just different people and different lives.
Author's Note: Prose poem
Posted on 08/22/2005
Copyright © 2019 Phil Walling
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/04/05 at 02:39 PM|
On some nights, the connections shorten between us until there is no space between. And we see through the same eyes and realize that we are one.
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/09/11 at 05:05 PM|
There are universals which make us the same! Philosophical and insightful.