Returning To The Homes Of Our Selves

Poem By RIC BASTASA

last night
we are even,

i was about to tell
you about a wall i am making,

you said it first instead,
your wall in invincible

both are unseen, but only felt
we celebrate this mutual wish

we are so near
there are only a few words that divide us

and yet we are so far
and we feel it in trembling

what we do not see
when we first know love
are the same unseen dimensions
that make us go home

when i arrive there
i meet myself and you too tell me

that in your world
you have met the true self that you are

the days are over
the nights are longer

the full moons are gone
and so are the stars

did i not tell you that sometimes
it is in the dark that we see too well?

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