The Paradox

You are there, but not there

Sitting beside, sharing the roof

Looking through the window

Your beautiful eyes amble around unseen visuals

Lost in thought.

You are there but not there

Like a mirage, the horizon, the sky

Alluring but absent, your presence - a real delusion.

You are there, but not there

Walking parallel, side by side

So close, yet so far

Like a dream on the shore of existence.

So really surreal your force

You are there but not there

Like magic, like myth, like a pretty trick.

And then

You are not there, but there

Like a feeling, an emotion, a whisper of the wind

Your strong hands, in a reassuring clasp

Your embrace, like mother's love.

You are not there, but there

Like a promise, a pledge, an assurance

Your unseen form feeding palpable realities

Your essence caressing the soul.

You are not there but there, on every trail, step in step,

You are not there but there

Like the Almighty,

Like the seed under cover

Promising green, life giving prosperity.

You are not there, but there

Like love, peace and bliss

Untouchable, but felt deep within

like the realest of realities that dwell in the being.

You are not there but there

Never gone, never lost

Like a fragrance in the flower

Like the spirit in the body

You are not there but there

Like the only truth

Ever felt, ever lived, ever loved.

Between your being and your not being, the Irony unfolds.

Pictured - the backroads of my home town, shot at night, through the windshield.