Piercing My Soul

 

In that split second

Between the notes

Of music that

Dances close with

Every cell in your body,

In that moment

When your glance

Locks with someone

Who’s chemistry clicks

Tight with yours,

In that fleeting flash

Mid- city when

You feel as free

As unencumbered

As a ray of light

In the wilderness,

Is that a glimpse

Of forever,

Or are your thoughts

Piercing my soul.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©
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