Thursday, February 10, 2011

The Space Between

The song admits, "I always fall for your type" & it's true.
You are mine, you wounded yet strong
you soiled yet redeemed.
Ours is a Romeo & Juliet saga,
Star-crossed though our paths crossed
from different worlds that couldn't quite fuse.

Yours is a life that spins on revolving door.
I'm different than any you've had before
I intrigue you, but how do you know I won't leave like the rest?

Mine is a life of privilege and formal academia
but with a heart for the downtrodden,
a heart that beats in rhythm with the hurting.

May we ever meet in that place,
the place where black & white make gray?
where an ages-old chasm rejoins?
where you and I make a we?


  1. where age-old chasms rejoin...

    this is powerful prose friend. thank you.

  2. I agree with the last comment. Very powerful. Makes me think. Thanks for sharing.

  3. the photo grabbed my attention and piqued my curiousity. your poem even more so...i long to know, was there a place where black and white become grey?


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