you ask
how can someone love,
seeing only a photograph
and reading a snatch
of letters from her heart;
how can someone love,
not having heard her voice,
nor ever felt her touch?
sometimes,
there is that spark
that comes across
your dreams
to reach into
your breathing soul.
there is that spark
that touches
a dreamer’s life
to reach inside
your beating heart.
there is that spark
that makes you sail the wind
and cross a myriad stars
to meet a quiet dawn.
in time of denied love
when friendship
can not even thrive,
love without borders
may seem a foolish kind of love;
but one spark is all it takes
to reach across and wait
for some other time and place,
even for the next lifetime.
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