Entangled State

The long shadows run with the red slow light
of the setting sun, offering a dream.
The western sea prepares to greet the night
and the wind is a whisper'd touch unseen.
The names of worldly things are put aside.
The entire scene is now just as it is,
naked without interpretation or lies,
complete in its own true beauty and bliss.
Only the kindred soul knows what I feel
at times when the moment makes me its own.
First love maintains connections that are real
in spite of how distance and time have grown.
When the nameless moves me to pure wonder,
I send silence to you as metaphor.

by my favorite anonymous poet

Thank you my friend.