THE POET

I thought you were gone-
That we had walked away
And I had finally left you behind

But find that the incidental brush
With your intangible aura
Unfailingly brings back the glow of crimson dusks into my heart

And you have become a poet
Were you perhaps always one?
You spoke so enchantingly of waters

Waters that have flowed past-
Streams into rivers into the seas
To vanish as clouds in the skies

And I wonder - Have I unknowingly smeared some of me
Into you?
And somewhere become a part of you?

We never have all the answers
And thus I have no answers for this
Perhaps never will, neither I nor you

And I seek none any more
For it is again crystal now, my Love
You can, from my breath, never ever go

~Horizon~

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