Saint Julian Press Poet

Ron Starbuck

                            There Are Times

There are times, when I cannot tell

the difference between you and me, of

us together. When I see the beauty of

 

the whole earth, because I see it

through your eyes. They are one and

the same, as if we live inside one another.

 

We are as one as waves of light are

one, reflecting off the snow whiteness

of a jasmine blossom in spring.

 

We are one as light enters and bends

inside the inner surface of our eyes,

revealing all the colors and images of life.

 

Flowing faster than light,

swift as a thought, becoming a vision

held inside our sight,

 

a single white jasmine

blooming with light

in our neighbor's garden.

 

Through this light, I see

myself reflected in you,

of us together.

 

When you breathe in, I must

in turn breathe out. When your

breath catches the sweet, enchanting

 

smell of jasmine, my breath

catches too. You are the first breath

that enters into me each morning,

 

before my eyes open to daylight to collect

and hold in that light, before the day takes

hold of us in its hallowed breathlessness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ron Starbuck

Copyright 2012