The Great Divide Poem by Marshall E Gass

I understood her symbolisms and archway
of words and visuals that lit a dull day
with fiery sparks of language
written in fluid motions of poetic emotion.

Whichever way I turned she appeared
to stand right there in reason,
her spirit reaching out for my friendship
snuggling closer to the comfort of knowing
where freedom and safety abound.

It will be some time before she returns
to her mechanical life
dreaming of the 6th commandment
and its shattered images
spilling from the fragmented and broken
promises that we made to different partners
in a different time.

We met on an internet highway
straddling two continents
but drawn to each other
by the sheer magnetism of poetry and passion
expressed on the pages of love
with new meanings.

When we part, we will take with us
a fresh new memory bank
of rhymes, rhythms, reasons and romance
to lock away in a vault that has no key.
No one will know what this love meant
to us who crossed the great divide
for that one meeting in secrecy.

Author Notes
A recollection of secret love.
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