The Twain

Secret whispers, The silent tongue, Meet on the bridge of the mind

The twain.

Desire the thorny bed of the desperate Seeking unity on plains divided, Define longing across time

For another.

Gifted a rare fullness to the void between birth and departure, Magnetism strong as the daylight shines, council and guide, Through sable hours I confide

From stake and easing tether.

Such great distances apart Though almost together.