BETWEEN THE LINES

Who knows what shadows lie between the lines
Between bed-sheets closely ironed
The ghosts of time
Open their pale eyes
Intruding into space
Questioning:
Do you know the taste
Of the shadow of love
Its tender touch a fingering
Inside the heart
Then snaking down in warm coils
To the groin
The womb
The alpha and omega
Where life begins?
The ghosts of memory
Memories of sunshine
Filtering from the skies
Through leaves of orange groves?
Do you remember
The future, my love
How I found you
In years to come
How I held you so close
That skin melted away
How I touched the tears
Which had not yet been cried
And reached with invisible hands
Beyond matter, space, and time
Where life curves back upon itself
Eternally
Memories dissolve
And are formed
And the spirit of the heart glides
Spherically
Infinitely
Joyfully
In ecstasies of disbelief
Until the great release
The launching
You.

Anonymous

November 5, 1999
Kowloon Tong