so very are we
and I pray that never I look past
the balmy waters of your gaze
settling in me the billows
of my own restless sea
or the glyphs that write themselves
across your brow
welling up from
your Ancient of Days soul
unraveling mysteries
in exalted colors
devotions from your secret church
each majestic flourish
opens a door
that somehow before
I did not see
because we know each other
and the brush of your hand
paints a memory in me
Is there a distinction between them
yours and mine
the sinews that thread the blood
that binds
us
pulsing a palette of eternity
in every throb
assuring our eyes
shall not grow blind
knitting ease into dullness
and the colors
no longer shine