Autumn night when the cold
was incipient and there
a crowd milling around
the spectacle of light
shooting high;
Braving the medley of voices,
we speak, eyes meting eyes -
and we argue over
know not what
and you walk over;
Are you not the presence,
bird of the same feather
silent companion on the stalk of life,
and me the befuddled consciousness
of this and that?
Your dimpled smile
resplendent as the stars
sparkling among the fireworks
two hearts beat together
an ancient hymn;
A recognition that needs no name
in the chamber of the heart
a votive hum
and there the cacophony
of this and that - not us, the one;
A barrage of sky-sounds,
resonating in the distance
as we walk back to the tube
smoke and thunder when
two souls are welded as one