One ?

His hands, they… shake. 

A fight between him and, other men, 

those made of golden bones. 

Fingers upon her back, like birds in the air, 

flying against all the worries 

at the ceiling of her soul. 

Beyond distance, beyond space, beyond time,

this point we call…comfort. 

And there eyes…

never a glance, yet they are there. 

lips never to match one another, and yet…

they are together. 

Two souls, two lives, sitting in the sun, 

questioning each other, 

are we two,

or are we… 

one ?

-By Eric Weick 

Reviews

[Frontier]

" like birds in the air,
flying against all the worries
at the ceiling of her soul." - this was quite lovely

interesting theme!

[Sarah Redigan]

Wow ! What a picture you paint. Your words are so beautiful. The way you describe such an exciting yet terrifying step In life we all take. How shall we mold two into one. Brava! 🌸