Seen from

Last night felt new, somehow.
  As though, emerging – a form of life, yet, before unseen.
Could it be?
Can I believe the power of your embrace, the truth
         I thought I saw reflected back at me?
                               Repetitive.  Déjà vu.
                                       It seemed.  But it was not. 
                                       It was new.
Parallel with counterpart,
brotherhood and metaphor
for……
what?
    A movement so combined, so intertwined, a waltz, memorized
but new,
delineating
         a memoir,
the story of
         our history, the future,
new and old.
Invisible yet palpable and seen from eyes that know, that want, that feel, that are   their own and yet a pair.
Sway.
Stay.
Receive anew.





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