…we have walked

The unknown paths and labyrinths of love are yet unmapped
dreams have stirred the sleeping soul
though we are parted, we see the same moon
our suffering has been the same
outside still, inside trembling
this is a haven the heart can understand
like facing a precious mirror
form and reflection behold each other
long missed companions
say it again and again, say it in different words
this is our condition, nothing more
reason is limited, inadequate to prove it
it cannot prove many things
that is the beauty of truth, it has no form, no appearance
reason cannot prove the existence of love
it cannot prove the beauty of a rose
or the aching pull of the moon
the barriers between inside and outside fall away
that for which we thirst is right here
and all the places we have walked, are in its wake
© Ann Bagnall
2013