Hour #4 : “Convergence”

Bound to you in living unison,
In name, in heart, in body, in mind.
Companions in a daunting landscape
Where uncertainty threatens
at each weakening seam.

Returning to the bond that defined us,
that strange magnetism aroused
by the converging of our rivers.
We are embraced in the ephemeral freefall
like wild birds defying death with flight.
Bursting with a song that secures
the holy grounds of our bed.

This is the dream that is beyond words.
And is also this very moment,
as it cuts into our skin.
Where horizons touch graveyards,
and meadows end at fencelines.
Our truth is but a small orchestra
lost in the surrounding seismic noise.

One thought on “Hour #4 : “Convergence”

  1. Lovely poem.

    These lines stand out for me:

    Companions in a daunting landscape
    We are embraced in the ephemeral freefall
    like wild birds defying death with flight.
    Bursting with a song that secures
    the holy grounds of our bed.
    Our truth is but a small orchestra
    lost in the surrounding seismic noise.

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