Grasping, Clasping
Throughout this three-evening weekend,
We've grasped each other's clasping hands,
Knowing that our necessary letting-go
Will cause us to lose touch,
Force us to cross the dream-delicate divide
Between Sunday night and tomorrow's light,
That bourn where we must further our journey, apart,
Guided by our individual hearts,
At least for the time our spirits need,
To reestablish their unique identities, sensibilities,
Without which our indivisibility couldn't exist.
03/14/11 - (1)
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