REFLECTIONS

I split in two
years ago.  
One part of me ran
into a warm hug of death,
one part of me stayed
on the cold earth.


When I look into the moon
and blue pond and gold ponds
in the middle of blue,
I miss my other half.
I can see her almost
in the other world
rising from the bed of blue water
to meet me
with my own eyes.


I can almost see her,
but then she changes
into a green snake,
twists and slides
through the waters of
untamed life.
Then I understand
I live to die
and she lives to be born.  


        

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