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The Connection

There exists an ethereal connection
Between you and I and in actuality,
There has always been,
Although perhaps it was not openly visible and before
There was any awareness-
Day after day you and I would
Walk past one another, and
I always thought of you s being a gentle soul,
Never invasive, never threatening-
I may have been as gentle, though more
Fearful and elusive,
As sand would slip between my fingers-
Out worlds so similar, never clashing, but
Then I could not foresee-
We both hid within the places of our madness,
Locking doors and hiding for safety-
I would pass by your door where you were none but a
Prisoner inside your delusional world, and
I could hear your tears screaming,
Sometimes late at night or in the
Very early morning-
You may have passed by my door as well, although
My tears were silent as
A dove would whisper- but somehow my pain
Was never hidden as if you had always known
That dove had a broken wing-
It was the two of us- eighteen years ago and today,
It is you and I in the present -
But sometimes desperate moments would blind our fate and
Sand no longer falls between my fingers but held firmly as from which
I build a castle in which
I can now live comfortably-
Your hand holds mine, often figuratively and the bond between us is constant-
I finally opened the door at first none but a crack, and
I let you inside, opening my heart and between my arms,
To a warm embrace-
At this moment in flesh you are a few miles away, although
I feel the closeness intensifying within each given moment and an
Upsurge of joy of having a friendship and knowing that
It shall last for ever- I feel your hand in mine and
Your arm, about my waist, and that feeling is constant as a
Moonlit night, not garish as the light exuded by the sun-
The caress of your mesmerizing and beautiful spirit is always nearby,
Behind me and before me- and on that and blustery winter’s day-
It is and was you and I together…
Eighteen years have past and it is still you and I together walking
Amidst wild violets blossoming on a warm summer’s day-
It is you and I sharing hope and love as well as
Each others' pain-
Our tears would mingle and inter mesh, then vanish within

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