What Is and Isn't

26 September 2012

Tears,
  quiet, warm and gentle.

Different than before
  when they burned my skin,
  gave substance to the shattering that was my heart.

Beyond the questions
  of why, how, why, why, why,
  and the desperate, futile search
  for nonexistent answers.

Feeling rather the awe
  of having met again in this life,
  recognizing spirit beyond form,
  seeing once again a soul
  forever connected to my own.

Knowing the connection
  started long before,
  and will last beyond,
  this incarnation.

Love stayed in this life,
  yet not over,
  never over.

Watching your walk from afar,
  nursing the familiar ache of what
  can't be,
  walking my own path,
  aware always of having touched
  beauty,
  and thankful for
  knowing you are there.