YOURS WAS THE FACE
Yours was the face, the last
piece of a jigsaw
a gap filled, to quell
a nagging disquiet
that reigned my spirit in
but I knew you would come
to fill that gap
so that blood could flow with a joy.
And in the strange recognition
there was no need of words
thoughts already sensed
a dream recommenced.
Call me a fool if you must
but in that face I trust.
raypool
Wed 13th Jul 2016 19:42
Thanks for your considered thoughts elP. In this area it is hard to define senses and feelings in any cogent way. I think a sense of shared identity might be close to what I'm implying, however that remains just an intuitive point. Can trust really be trusted ? Only again intuitively; my word "face" really should be a whole person with all they represent. One thought is one can recognize oneself in a person subconsciously and identify with it. An ocean of thoughts !
Appreciate your attention. Ray