Monday, April 16, 2012

Two of Us

Sinking

in thoughts,
in questions
with no satisfying answers,
in complex contradicting realities,
in an existence
where day after day
it becomes clearer
that body and soul,
companions in journey,
will never unite.

Who am I?
Am I anything
in your day?
I am a face,
that follows you
in a desert
eyes that read you,
mind that sees beyond,
body stuck in place and time.
Soul?

Soaring.