Touching you is as elemental
as breathing.
My hands journey your plains,
delight in this familiar terrain
and relish the road many times travelled.
On an ordinary day, your farewell:
"We'll find each other";
Profound statement typifies us--
this intrinsic connection
rooted deep in the past.
I dissect, seek logical.
Granted diminutive recollection
of the life we shared,
before you were you and I was me.
Memories surpass this mundane reality.
I study you,
so comfortable in your secret skin.
Hear the echo from our common past?
Then, we made no excuse for our actions,
and analytics was a foreign language.
You gibe me and recoil.
Instantaneously,
we return to original artists and
the day's events.
I comply; you?re a story worth re-reading.
You lower your eyes,
talk of the impending storm.
My visage is lucid...
the embellished man of the present
standing behind the naked soul of the past.
(c) Linda M. Noyola 8/96
I long for the day
when we become what we're meant to be.
When I'm inside you,
you inside of me.
When doubts and illusions
are absent from our minds.
Old fears and insecurities
are left far behind.
Prisms in the cosmos,
beings of pure light.
Not noting difference
from day to night.
Free from this shell
we now know as home,
boundless, ageless
free to roam.
I long for the day when
we become what we're meant to be.
Me inside of you,
you inside of me.
No longer confined
in spirit or soul,
the sum of us
equals a whole.
Without blood or bone
and lifetime scars,
Just who we are
amongst the stars.
Breathing in life,
beyond our human eyes
and no longer plagued
with hows and whys.
Secrets exposed our now
shapless forms used to conceal
Within this, love and light
is all we reveal.
I long for the day when
we become what we're meant to be.
Me inside of you,
you inside of me.
Linda M. Noyola 10/99
