no perfect metaphors
that pin down intangibles
into pattern and identity.
For you are not defined
not named
not captured in line and space,
word and silence;
no, you move like a shadow
and a mountain.
without intrusion
without notice.
i don't know where you go,
or in what dimensions of heart and mind
that you receive me.
i know, though,
that you exist
and this alone
gives me the right to breathe
the right to wait.
from lifetime to lifetime,
century to century,
until you come,
like a morning that dances with twilight,
an intersection impossible
except in a country called Love.
[from the collection 'The Underside of Silence', shortlisted for the Gratiaen Award 2008]
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