Essence of Lilies

The peculiar scent of lilies always ma think of you,

Enticing me to look into the backyard of your soul.

The fences you erected, you hid your sorrows in the suitcase of your soul.

But I can still see them.

I can see the heavy cross-traffic of your of your thoughts

zigzagging through your mind, telling you the truth, telling you lies.

Your soul speaks to mine on the wind, in the air, through the breeze, telling me what your mouth can’t.

What your mind can’t fathom is real, lost among thoughts of other things.

In the truth, I can feel your pulsating pain, your disbelief at my every sense, the denial coursing from your lips like sand through our fingers on a dark, lonely beach.

I feel your heartbeat in every beat of my own.

We are one, together yet apart, found but lost.

Dreams abound, yet never so shared by either, the truth is locked in our minds, linking our minds.

They talk to one another, conversations beyond our conscious selves.

Thanksgiving for each other.

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