The Stranger

 

Wasn't it spellbound? 

  Our voices first, 

     then the souls, our eyes; 

Stirring two fluttering notions

          Breath stopped

        For just a gesture

holding....

holding...

Uncannily aware 

gazing through

  Like assessing a stranger 

  As non-threatening or a foe. 

  In you, 

I swam though,  

  like falling in the womb of God's River, 

An Ocean, 

     His Body, in dwelling

         weightless, 

There was no difference then, 

    Between you and I. 

Instantly, 

     we would become One, 

  as if I had never not known you. 

We would be bound. 

And we would always know it...