Could we be this?
Could we be as mirrors standing
empty before the other -
Admiring the absence of our
own reflections?
Could we be as the moon?
Whose image fades in stilled
waters with the coming of
the day.
Or could we be as the water...still
and silent in the presence of
its lovers gaze?
Could we be this?
Would we recognize this love
in lesser visions of
ourselves?
Do we need more?
Could we be as the wind...content
to kiss the ground in
passing?
Or would we be the earth...and cast
ourselves in the tenderness of
this brief caress?
We could be all...and we could
be nothing.
Yet the questions always
remain.
Do we need answers?
Or could we simply be...this?
Love,
Eric
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