Before the Moment Passes

Two spirits of passions From ever separating worlds Watching and hoping with intensity Drifting on winds of nowhere Tracings of comfort and familiarity Fearing the change that arrives with risk Ignoring pangs in exchanges of nothings Yet there exists a sweet fervor between them That unyielding thirst of eternal desiccation Two souls of this fiery desire From existence so indistinct On parallel journeys reaching for the one another Admittance revering nature’s truth Building intensities more than either cares to confess Each wanting to stake all for a chance…silence prevailing Passing the eons of eternities boundaries No end in sight of this voiceless duel of pride Begging inside to grapple the moment before it passes Two spirits of passion From ever separating worlds If to chance a moment’s gaze to see that they truly are one