Focused Third

That's just my third eye
Balled up in crystal.

You wondered even
when we first met
and told of the ships upon your walls.

Sometimes I touch the spirit of your future,
like a connected hand to a string.

Oh brother soul.
that penetrates my daily whispering grasp

Why? I ask as if I have nothing to do with you.
Why from such a distance?
Why as we are living different lives?

We are twinned, twined, billowing life as we throw about
Stabilities in the meantime.

While somewhere connected in time we are angels floating with ourselves
attached.

©- 20-Sep-2007 Sonja J. Phinney