RIMA XXIV

Two red tongues of fire
move closer when they wrap
around a trunk, and as they kiss
they form a single flame;

Two notes are plucked
from a lute at the same time,
and when they meet in space
they form a harmonious chord;

two waves come together
to expire on a shore,
and in breaking they are crowned
with a crest of silver;

two long bands of mist
rise up from the lake,
and as they meet in the sky
they form a white cloud;

two simultaneous ideas,
two kisses that sound in unison,
two echoes that merge…,
those are our two souls.