How quickly do kindred spirits realize
The presence of each other, passing by?
Does the surface convey truth or mere lies?
Instead of bliss, happiness–a pained sigh.
Close but separate, like morning and night;
So near yet so far, no distance between,
Still meeting daily, like darkness and light,
In sharing only this most fleeting scene.
Perhaps we could be like sea greeting shore,
Difference defines, rather than divides;
One shapes another, the effect so pure
So that where the two meet beauty resides.
Vision of fullness beheld not before,
Promise of riches with still more in store.
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