She talks to me, I talk to her
We echo each other’s time
For comfort
Or we discuss patterns
That cohere – and entangle
In this wondrous web of tales
Glimpsed during twilight
She mirrors for me what was
I mirror for her what becomes
Yet in the silence between us
Flows a vibrant river
Pulsing with our true name …
Ashen
I was writing the above poem when this image arrived – of the Cardo Mountains in Tarragona – the sky at sunset seen on the 5th of January 2012 by my friends, Agnieszka and Harold, from their terrace. It conveys something of that mystery between times.
Course of Mirrors 
Magnificent picture and beautiful words – what more could anyone wish for – what a lovely post – thank you – Diane
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Between…oh yes…
Very beautiful, Ashen…both words and picture and, more, the dance between them. xx
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This poem flows seemlessly, naturally, beautifully.
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Thank you Katia ☼
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