Asking
Poetry
Will you journey into the light with me?
Will we open the same door?
Is it enough just to be together?
I ask before our time comes,
as here and now we walk by the sea
and wander a winding path through the trees.
What have you not revealed to me?
Am I meant to know, even so, or
is it better if it stays hidden?
Are we likely to meet again or
is this our last fling, our sayonara
to fleeting hours already gone?
We are not meant to fulfill each other but
surely we are meant to allow fulfillment to appear.
Isn’t it enough just to be together?
Must you go?
Must I?
How can we tell?
Do you hear the call of the nightingale
now that the moon has risen?
Wait — is that the fragrance of jasmine?
Our silence now speaks to knowledge
unbidden coming to us even so,
Bringing with it memory of what used to be.
We cannot stay here, now. I understand.
Or rather, I allow it all to be what it is.
We are souls exploring one another.
Not mirror images but the unknown and
undiscovered country of light
converted into form. Yes.