…we have walked
The unknown paths
and labyrinths of love
are yet unmapped
dreams have stirred
the sleeping soul
though we are parted
we see the same moon
our suffering
has been the same
outside still, inside trembling
this is a haven
the heart can understand
like facing a precious mirror
form and reflection
behold each other
long missed companions
say it again and again
say it in different words
this is our condition
nothing more
reason is limited
inadequate to prove it
it cannot prove many things
that is the beauty of truth
it has no form, no appearance
reason cannot prove
the existence of love
it cannot prove
the beauty of a rose
or the aching pull of the moon
the barriers
between inside and outside
fall away
that for which we thirst
is right here
and all the places we have walked
are in its wake
© Ann Bagnall 2013
