Our eyes have met.
We’ve sized each other up.
Dark moon and pale sun.
Alien cosmic bodies caught
In each other’s paths.
Closer and closer...
Are we on a collision course?
If it is to be fatal, which will end
In pieces scattered across
The universe?
Which with a gaping crater
Of pain? Or,
Will we find a balance to this dance of souls?
Feeding and reflecting each other’s light.
What soul knows
The mind is blind to.
We find the answers
In each other’s eyes.
©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2013