You  sway  left,
I flicker  right,
mirror images of
a divine eternal
flame.

Somehow,
each lengthening
night  mirrors the  
boldness of your
captivating spirit.

That  prison  of  
impossibility glittered
with flecks of crossed
stars.

Centered and still
we will become one,
finally bridging the
divide of the
confounding illusions
of space and time.
                                                           ­                                 Jon York    2021