Maya

    I
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“Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?”


But illusion of a myriad colours ...
Yellow of sunflower fields, 
Silver of moonlights,
Whites of endlessness and 
Scarlets of passion ;
Drizzling drenching my body and soul,
Dissolving my being forever in yours,
Traveler.


Drawn towards you beyond faces .. facades,
An incoherent incoherent insatiable love -
Hold hands. 
Touch skins. 
Blend in. 
Exhale.
Unafraid to say, to ask for more...
Or create our forbidden faraway home.



     II
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Where are you?

At those corners in the corridors when you fall behind the others just a bit.
In reflection on glass panes as you wave them goodbye out of the window.
Smiling at you as you open the door to enter a room...

And Where am I ?

You are halfway between a dream and reality. Arm’s length from me.
I sometimes stand close but do not touch.
And sometimes so close if you took a step back you would be in my folds.