We are not islands: isolated, insulated, to be ignored.
We are humans dancing through relationships,
weaving our tales,
with lovers, friends, families, enemies,
and our selves.
Yearning for love’s repricocity
Delighting in wonder of discovery
slugging through painful demise
striving to be better.
I dream of walls, and towers
and paths that lead nowhere
and these are the nature of my relationships –
Then I dream of hands that hold me
and gentle waters, soothing
and warm, passionate kisses
and I remember love’s rewards.
Not for the possessions that I accumulate
but for the gifts I receive
when my heart opens and
my mind expands
in relationship with others.