Echoes

we stood inside of possibility,

as mirrored beings gazing into familiar eyes,

            waiting for the right moment

to shake the sable sky with our offenseless hands,

to unlock the stars from their divine bonds

 

and it happened when we touched,

a simple skimming of flesh that brimmed

            electric     and we

became the ash of our ancestry,

the sublime culmination of what had been,

            colliding as wave upon cliff,

until our animation was abruptly defined

 

by the tender blooms of Jasmine

smiling wide beneath a Huntress Moon    

            delicate and small,

as the beads of night-mist     sheltering

our shoulders and crowing our wilting hair

 

we knew the meaning of us

            in our connection to dust,

in the sloshing of water beneath our skin,

because we are more the same

than we are different     duplicate beings

            from the perspective

                                    of paradise

Reviews

[Anand Sehgal]

this is too philosophical. We are all the same; we all are reflections of the Almighty in the water contained in earthen pots named as 'the bodies' .

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Too philosophical...in a good way? lol

[Anand Sehgal]

yes indeed in a good way..perhaps my earlier joke hurt you , it seems :P :P