Hers are light, while mine are heavy:
They bear down on my rusty eyes,
Impressing upon me the gulf between
Need and reality.

Mine rise with incredulity, while hers
Do so with joy. There is beauty in
Quiet determination, in
Calm reason that belies passion,
In smiling from a battered
But unbroken heart.

*
My words come spewing forth
As a waterfall, hewing a steep sided valley
Through the ocean of night.
Hers are precious and few;
Each glows, gently and beautifully,
With her audible smile.

Somehow, we balance perfectly,
Even though I am not hiding.

*
There are miles, but there is time;
There is separation, but there is overlap.
Our worlds are not asymptotes:
We reach out and make them touch,
Make them as one.

In my heart and mind I carry
Pieces of her like scattered raindrops
Refracting the Sun when it is
Above both her horizon and mine.

*
She lets me see my reflection
In her eyes, and at last I am
Not afraid of it; finally, I accept
The good in myself. I let her see
Me, and she does not run away.

There is no fear here; only
Wide eyed optimism, and comfort,
And a deep understanding of
The reflections in our mirrored souls.

04/03/2016

Posted on 05/17/2016
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