Symbols  Here at this place


Here at this place once more.

Unwilling to tread again the swamps behind;
drawn again to the barricades ahead;
still powerless to defeat them.
Fearful of the numbing worthlessness of stasis.

Purpose vacant,
Feelings barren,
Desire annulled,
Hope dispelled,
Passion cold.

I sought to connect;
I thought I saw
the shadow of your soul.
Or was it
my shadow
touching yours?
For a moment it seemed
that our shadows coalesced;
an illusion of meeting…
A sterile union.

Souls are not to be found
in symbols.

Andy Borrows