Talking To A Friend

by Satish Verma   Sep 25, 2017


Living between the deaths
as a witness
to a silence between the words.

Leaves had fallen:
yet a dry tree
was still flowering exuberantly
under a scorching sun.

My day has come,
but I was far away from
shores of the other body.

From unknown to unknown,
I am the self,
I am the known.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Mark

    Not sure....not sure of meaning...but I think I have it! Spirit...here you are the soul! The friend is the mortal body?