We Are One

We Are One

As the western sun glides
descending toward the horizon,
the last remnants of yellow,
orange and violet hues
settle upon my soul.

Time speaks of quiet peace
and reflective understanding
that all is not lost.

Mingling watercolour hues,
sight unseen within eyes'
first glance,
undulating, uniting,
melding into one,
as these wondrous teachers
effortlessly
defy estranged differences.

Through eyes beholden,
this art of mixing and matching
said colours do unto me.

Soon comes another day,
another chance to prove
the oneness of all things
great and small.

To that which my mind
can say for sure
what my heart has known forever,

we are one.

2005 Giddebol