AURA

It’s strange
How thoughts can straddle two worlds 

And make them one!

Our worlds… disparate
We ne’er meet
In touch, nor sound or direct sight
But sometimes
It’s so easy to read
All those smoke signals
Or maybe, you would call them
Vibes…
As if your moods just come
And sit lightly
Upon my eyes
You sadness, your smiles
Your longings
Your rage… your tender gaze
Not seen or heard
But tangible…
As if, in every breath
It’s a bit of you I touch

What makes you so real
O mist of the dawn?
Maybe it happens
When the love of a starry night
Kisses a hesitant morn…

MS