This Time-Crossroads With Guideposts Poem by Loreta Muskardin

Fight between two minds,
equally strong, yet similar in weakness too.
Watching them now
from afar.
One struggles to overtake the other,
it comes close then quickly moves away.

Motionless.
Silent.
Waiting.

The other is silent on the outside,
screaming within..

Don't come close to me! I am myself.
What I have always been. Just go away.

Silence.
Power in action.
New thoughts born.
Ones never allowed to surface
before are now
free.

Careful steps
New dance.
Two minds moving closer,
dancing seductively,
carefully.

The fight is over.
But what comes next?
No words are spoken,
no glances exchanged,
wanting to touch,
holding the distance instead.

Controling.
Teaching.
Learning.

Sending thoughts to enter
other's mind.
Confronting closed door and
sneaking in through the
half-opened
window of the Soul.

Caution.
Desire.
Hesitation.
Fear.
Delight.

Crossroads.

Same old crossroads again and again.
They never disappear completely,
only appear all over again.
Each crossroad even slightly familiar is
easily walked past bye,
until one..unseen before,
makes you
stop.

Think!
Think!
Think!