too lonely old souls -
connecting from afar
taste of youthful magic -
aging into a mature reflection;
a passion deepened and tender
waking to the unfamiliar -
a quilt unraveling, delicate
fabric tattered in the breeze -
threadbare fragments remain
the world dances about -
in an awkward rhythm,
familiar people tiptoe around;
elsewhere beckons - - -
yet this was once there.
never the same river -
now totally off-course
our parade knee deep -
in flood waters
words just tokens -
pained in their disguise
what was once -
tainted by review
nauseous from this -
amusement park of emotion
happiness and pleasure lost -
uncertain where they’ve
been found before - - -
symbolizing familiarity -
two rings of gold and tarnish
the power of two beaten -
by the strength of will
standing on opposite sides -
of the same point of view
casting doubt toward -
the circling tides of absolutes
two lonely soldiers -
returning from the war
wounded, empty, and scarred,
surrendering to the intoxication -
of the current moment.
