Must We Always Be Strangers? - Poem by Eric Cockrell
lover then, must we always be strangers?
two books that smell the same,
and feel the same...
lost on different shelves?
two oceans separated by a land mass,
two mountains with a valley between.
two wings made distant by a body,
worn hooves on different feet...
when god sees her reflection,
be it thou or me?
am i the darkness that kisses your light?
i hear the sound of distant bells,
you see the light from a far away lighthouse...
and yet both taste like charcoal and dampness,
the fire knows the secrets of both!
with every birth another is lost,
and bare limbs sing the sweetest refrain.
the ship lost on uncharted waters,
doesnt even know it's lost!
the last leaf clinging to the window,
reaches to touch the lines of your face.
the mystery of hands and eyes,
the sound of the train coming down the tracks....
you wear your nakedness well,
in an empty room filled with stillness.
and the sounds and colors of life itself,
are defined by the want lost inside your eyes...
strangers walk together leaving one set of tracks,
while crows whisper and the wolf lingers,
his breath waiting for god to shout!
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