Kindreds.

I remember you

when I meet you

for the first time.

 

I feel the force

pulling us always

together, apart.

 

By blood or by bond.

We orbit the same sun.

Some kind of truth

we have been circling

all these years.

 

And if my summer solstice

tilt toward occurs

when you are in

your darkest days,

then you will know

a new day

is bound to dawn.

 

We hope to be released

from our unseen tether,

so that we may fall.

Dive into unending light

and burn away

the distance between us.

 

Each of us

on our own journey

we believe.

But seen together

a million miles from here

We are the cosmic dance.