May 15 by The Running Son
When I see you in Heaven
Two is the two of us,
in two different worlds and two different lives,
karmic striving toward the light
but not passing by,
our souls beaming through our eyes,
woven deep through past lives,
leading a pollinated cross-life posterity
down the path to the end
of our own duet,
or dueling heart-cries
for the exchange and love of charity
with spiritual severity, yet clear gentle eyes.
Maybe then, friend, we met, relaxed.
Saw us, each other, said namaste.
Smiled and hugged, exalted, chased stars, eternally sighed,
or maybe studied mutual hearts until we forgot which eyes were ours,
or perhaps wept together, not ever apart,
I never again
want to hide ten minutes or a millennium,
and never ever want to start.
There’s room for more than simply me
in these two poles,
globed and unified in my single heart,
two cables stretched out…
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