In Our Racing Hearts
In the fabric of spacetime
the arrow flies.
on and on and on,
our words to one another,
resounding into the universe.
I am the bending bow.
and the twang of release
that cannot be reclaimed.
In the vastness of here-now,
the red mare gallops.
Like the dream of each other
in our racing hearts.
I am the riderless horse
and the dream I chase.
Who, who is it you are,
oh other self who only seems
outside of me?
©Susa Silvermarie 2022
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