Light Doors
No map could find the place where they first felt seen.
A thousand miles between
hands and hearts,
but only milliseconds
through the ghost-light of a screen.
Like a time door
That transports you
At the speed of light,
If not the speed of thought.
Messages slip back and forth
like waves on a seashore—
thumbs and fingers glazing
smooth silicone.
So close,
but worlds away.
And yet,
The laughter is real,
As are the tears.
It is all present, moving.
Alive.
Like time, always forward
On the march to the long house
Of our fathers.
The confessions.
The silence.
The smiles.
The heat.
Intangibles know not maps,
Or care about geography.
Emotion and experience exist
Outside time and space—
They always were,
And will always be.
Part of the fabric of
Human longing,
Minds tapping into the veins,
Finding forgotten power,
Half-remembered in
Lives begun a century ago.
And as wine loosens
The restraints of civility
And inhibitions erode
Piercing the veil of lovers,
Antares sits crowning
Atop a half-moon at the
Doorway to autumn.
Half-thought codes—
sloppy and broken,
Unintentionally enigmatic—
Truths spill out.
Honesty, unbridled
Holding court.
For better,
Or possibly, worse.
They do not fall in love,
The lost travelers
In the night of their lives.
They seek comfort
From the kingdoms
They built out of duty.
And desire.
But love comes unbidden.
Unheralded.
Like an invading army—
Without explanation or quarter.
Toppling walls,
Routing defenses,
Making the city of hearts
Its domain.
And now torn—in two worlds—
A duality dangerous and thrilling,
Unsure about tomorrow,
But content under Antares.
In the comfort and
Satisfaction of being
Seen for the first time in their lives.
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