Soluble Bonds

I speak to you the language of my soul —

not from a piece, but the whole —

you will not hear it, you see your way —

so what is left for us to say?

Once, I gazed into your eyes

and saw a willing compromise …

that twinkling gleam, now turned stone,

crushes the heart and chills the bone.

Two became one, now becoming two —

Is this what you dreamed when you said, “I do?”

Stream of Consciousness

Imagine the thoughts of your mind

as a stream,

flowing ahead and trailing behind,

like a dream.

 

All those you pass by

must enter its wake —

say none remain dry,

just for argument’s sake.

 

Now waded through,

reflecting back from their shore,

would many or few

emerge changed by the chore?