What I believe of you and what I hear from you – are not the same

And you are not the same as what I believe

I must let even my beliefs go if I am to see you

And let normal life and perceptions go if I am to be the lover I wish to be

I know the deeper thread. Sometimes I pluck the string and feel the sympathetic vibrations; distant, remembered.

Present I am coming, present this is becoming.

This storm is an illusion. Convincing but it cannot harm the deeper core, the bedrock. The faces we both wore before we were children. We once showed them and we will again.

I speak to you. I dare you to show yourself. I dare to be here in this space with you.

Scary isn’t it?