How the spirits move
Free spirits, two
move through life with the grace
of a hurricane’s tail wind.
Ever tasting, the spice
that is ……variety.
reaching for the unseen,
but ever spoken, just ………
beyond reason’s touch.
Spirits move,
they swim in and out
of reality, still without warning
they ram into each other,
head long.
At first the two look
confused, stand off,
back away.
they bump again,
only to find that they are linked
by common threads
loneliness …….fate ……lust …..
passion …….love.
They mingle, the two
touching mind and body
twisting deeper into each other’s souls
like the spinning of a child’s toy.
Only to move in different worlds to live
separate lives.
Still there, but not
the years mean nothing,
between them,
yet everything.
And the bond grows …….
like time,
And the spirits move.
May the spirit always move you.
By Anita L. Hart
