Connected Story

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I try to think you in words

But you are a galaxy of light and space

I long to float in you – not analyze you.

 

I try to remember words for the color blue

But your eyes shine the ocean of a bright-lit dawn

That blinds me past the point of plausible description.

 

I try to find some earth on which to stand

But the foothold of solid disappears into listening

As you tell me the details of your being.

 

I try to think of present-life analogies

But the fairy-tale magic of damsels and dragons

Calls the white-haired little girl child of me forward.

 

I remember the story of Rapunzel —

thick braided hair that brought a Prince climbing

to join and then release her from a castle in the air.

 

Words become that woven rope-hair-dangling  —-

waiting in the high-up rooms of lamented despair

I wonder if it’s you I see cautiously climbing near.

 

 

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