the Blind Seeing the Blind
a platonic love affair
“what happened to that lover of yours?”
he asks
'I don’t know' i say
before pausing
then saying something very wise
that he first said to me
but he doesn’t remember
and that’s how we get along
through the darkness
that’s how we are
recycled bits of magic
passing between us
in the space between the words
when i hear him smile
and he feels me blush
the bits of magic lighting the path
one step at a time
through the dark
feels brighter with him
our pure & knowing souls
looking on with laughter from Rumi’s field, where we first met
smiling at our human stumbles
“hey, they found one another!”
they can see us holding hands
from far apart
as the glow of our union
pushes us forward
in these lives we lead
both blind,
i see you and you see me
more clearly than we see ourselves.
the darkness feels
brighter
safer
simpler
“you must do as you please”
he reminds me
and i can see his face
thousands of miles away
"we will hold hands in chicago"
he promises
yes. we will.
About the Creator
Maria Del Toral
Straddling the line between deranged humor and spiritual wisdom. With watermelons on my feet. And I work out. Hopefully this helps.
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