Friday, June 12, 2009

One, yet none

An odd rush of blood
Waiting for a sign of the flood
Dousing me in thoughts of you.
Not much, just a word or two
Leaping and flying,
hanging on for more.
Not an intellectual,
Not even a guru.
A hand-crafted connection
Sparks at each intersection
Thrust together, we can not merge
Situations created by man, not earth,
Draws a line, oddly severed.
Centuries, religions and gastronic bents behold
We are one and yet we none.

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