Mysterious We

I search the sky for a sign,

but all I find are stars

built like a shrine to

the thumbnail moon.

A sailor in need of her North

Star, I want to go home.

My little boat voyages the distance,

led only by the hum of Polaris and

the light of that moon.

We have abundance,

for in between us stretches

an eternity in numbered years,

and we give no words to it,

because we have no words to give--

because none will do.

It's an infinite space I send my prayers to.

I hold you like a rosary. I keep you like a prayer--

the finesse of moving lips, never to be captured,

every letter sent.

I beseech the Unknown and wait for Her to answer.

I ask Infinite Mystery to reveal Mysterious Me and Mysterious You.

But Mystery separates nothing.

Tricky Mystery, I won't argue.

In our world, Mystery conceals in order to reveal.

We give nothing away at once.

And we are discovered piece by piece.

Mystery can have its oneness.

I want the shards.

I want to know you as yourself,

an entity separate from me.

I want nothing at once.

I want creation deconstructed.

I want the "we-ness" of us.

I want the terrestrial you (and the quintessential me).

Mystery can keep its knowledge of everything.

I want obliviousness.

I want to work towards coming to consciousness.

I want to ride the arrow of time right into your heart.

I want to taste the finite in your kiss.

I want to capture the fleeting, while making memories

and giving each of our moments meaning.

In this place of demon impermanence, change comes

as a gift: little opportunities for the near-miss--

but, instead, we hit the target.

It's through impermanence that we find the indestructible within.

We seek to escape the known world for the one we

feel lies just beyond, but the known world offers 

us the eternity we seek.

Eternity sacrifices its oneness for you and me. Together.