Furthest Footsteps

There was a time I paused To stand quietly by the sea; Expectations riding moon tides Like quiet promises Made with sand and salt.

Solitude moves in measured steps Under tension from needs To meet and share and touch; Avoiding the ring of loneliness Inner societies crying for release Now and then.

Not opposites but Like colleagues in debate; A heated argument Gestures quick and sharp Forgotten as last attack Blocked by latest parry; One becomes the other Becomes the one.

And so it goes, The garish glow discloses A sanctuary of protected passages Like spiral shells with Fibonacci secrets opened.

We wish to turn away Cover our eyes As ciphers beget symbols Signals become signs, Single truths revealed.

Both worlds exist by choice Galaxies of our own devising; Great distance crossed In one long step; Arms links and hearts entwined Furthest friends await.

#lonely