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i saw her in the crowd
where (our) words were not allowed
strictly forbidden by the priests
...enforced by the authorities
converging softly as in a whisper
i sensed her aura warmly glowing
as i drew nearer
(and so i kissed her)
+ it must have been telepathy*
sensing growing warmth
within our hearts and minds
our hearts began to merge,
our worlds to intertwine
taken by surprise
such fiery passions grew
before we'd ever realized
the spirit carried through
+ it must have been telepathy*
and so a bond was formed
although our separate paths
seemed seldom to allow
but few brief interludes
(still the spirit grows)
to a voyager, a dreamer
a wayfarer, too long alone
in flight along a quiet stream,
meditatively returning home
+ it must have been telepathy*
embracing tenderly, as if...
from another space in time
for a moment of eternity,
such harmony between us
dwelt within our minds...
we soon became enfused...
sifting thru the traces for a clue
to this mystery,
in a slow motion ballet of changing moods
+ it must have been telepathy*
a disturbance
heard across the room,
materialized
without warning
i offered
no resistance
for it was i they'd chosen to pursue,
for crimes they'd claimed
though not explained
for harboring beliefs
disruptive
to the order of
the day,
mockingly they laughed
for that you'll ...dearly pay
bound and tried
the charges were read
guarded by rouges and louts
saying "you'd better off be dead"
false testimonies and bribes,
accusations,
written statements
all without foundation in truth
is justice only blind?
brought in chains
before the crowd
harassed, severely beaten,
tired and abused
with no lawyer to defend
a course in life
seeing with understanding
somehow...
beyond acceptance
or so they'd claim
(And+so, the trial ensued)
blasphemy,
the gathering crowd agrees,
the case is clear...
the judgment, so severe
people thirst for an example
for the young are so
impressionable
these days
they say
he
should be crucified
(bells are rung)
i felt her presence in the crowd
in solemn contemplation
as the hour drew near
a tempest began to build
of deathly silence...
foretelling doom
a tortured calm,
teary eyes...
a broken heart
a patient dream
imaginings,
fading fast...
then strong and clear
a voice is felt
(rather than heard)
by a hidden source
(gentle loving words)
i'd not otherwise had known
revelations pouring endlessly
her spirit flows...
my aura glows
the world grows dim
at last i see
the one who knows
+ it must have been
telepathy*
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