La Croix De Chemin

A burst of blue butterflies
startles the forest shade.
Two lovers' eyes meet
at a crowded arrivals gate.
An organ's thunderous chord
is echoed by a choir.
Tiny moist fingers stretch
to touch the strangeness of air.
These are but pinholes
in the dark curtain of time;
when all else is void
and the soul leaps
at each glimpse
of its longed-for home.

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