Circles

Is it only in this life
that we meet those
who make us complete?
The human who makes
each of us truly feel
as if we are part of a circle?
Often it seems that
we may be only being
introduced for now.
Our music plays here
sometimes almost silently,
heard faintly,
but not fully enjoyed by others.
In the life where next we meet,
it shall crescendo.
Without the music,
without the touch,
without the circle,
we wander, aimlessly..searching.
Someday,
perhaps not in this life,
all of our circles shall be completed.
If we have not the bravery to speak
the words in this life,
the words will flow easily in the next.
If our touch is unfelt in this life,
it will be shared
with the passion withheld
in the confines
of this world�s propriety.
Songs of our hearts
will be heard with full clarity,
when next we meet.
The longings felt here,
will not exist there.
All that which is perfect,
will exist there
as it now exists here
only in our dreams.

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Graphics byJanet Nix