Fulfillment - b.m.Sinclair

A beautiful girl, she lived all alone-
people,
Nature, a steeple.
She yearned for fulfillment of being and of mind;
She looked at a rock and called it a stone.

A tortured boy, adrift in space
Quietly dissolving
Moving, not striving.
He yearned for fulfillment of being and of mind;
He looked at a rock and averted his eyes.

Passionate lovers, they romanced, they wept-
They ran, They sang
They bowed their heads.
Their eyes but met and they filled with tears.
Their hands but touched and they fell to their knees.

Not for day was their love, not for months nor years.
They knew this. They wondered.
Theirs was a love of gods not of men.
Timeless, Ageless, Faceless, like a river it ran.
She saw not a rock, but a universe.
He saw not a rock,...but a world.
b.m.s.