Tuesday, December 2, 2014

The arc of good intentions

Here, at the edge of being,
where I reach out for you and you for me,
who can say what is real,
and what are merely shadows and reflections?
Beneath the surface, something reaches back,
as eager to communicate its longing
as I am to communicate mine.
Together we become one overarching whole,
a wave, an arc of good intentions
that surges forward with each breath I take.

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