Misty Mystical Memories

The space between us

Varies, tarries,

But nearer is too far

'Less hearts meet

In between.

At times

It is a frozen distance

Beyond belief.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Strands of life

Interwoven loosely

Touching barely

Meeting squarely;

Making contact

At right angles;

Making tangles

Here and there

Upon the mitered

Corners of the loom;

Making room

Subduing gloom;

The why of it escaping

Through the mesh,

Unnoticed by

The weaver;

Ignored afresh

By the great deceiver.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

I feel a profound

Tenderness

Toward you.

With you

I feel together

Even when

Apart.

I know

And you know

That I know.

Therein, its beauty.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

I had scanned the forest

From within

And from afar,

And trees are only trees,

I had accepted that.

But suddenly,

From out of these

There shines a light

As though

A secret passageway

Within them

Falls ajar

To beckon me

To follow!

And there

you are!

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

I prompt you not,

Lest I disturb your own

Unfolding.

I need no mirror image

Of myself,

I need only let you be

Yourself.

It's your prerogative.

Mine is to gaze within

The naked soul.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Let me make your summer,

Share its ripeness,

Come the fall.

Then romp through

Winter’s promises of spring.

At last I see it clearly,

~ Everything,

Having now no need

To devour or have it all at once,

Not even - you.

So, at last ~ I do!

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Time's timeless belt

Exceeds the three dimensions.

Infinity is now.

I find inside your mind

No distortion;

But the cleanest,

Clearest insight!

Perhaps the system

Has a loophole!

How else

Could you

Have happened?

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

You didn't look up.

Perhaps seeing

With the eyes

Would be superfluous.

It need do nothing.

What it is,

Is all that counts.

To move with it

Even when its movement

Is imperceptible

Is ecstasy.

If you can

Read between the lines,

You’ll read me.

For me, I hear the music of your soul.

It emanates and radiates,

Germinates its tunes

Directly into mine.

Beautiful!

______© Nellieanna H. Hay