The Union

We barely miss, the union

It happens when the mind’s knots loosen

We choose, from the fork in the road

The path of sleep, to which much is owed

If we could balance the steps

Taken with eyes grazing through objects

The dimensions will settle

Into realms that are very subtle

There the handshake happens

It is beyond the world of atoms

They roam the universe single

Free to assume any form as they mingle

Eyes which have forgotten sleep

Leave everything behind, they won’t weep

Like rivers unto a sea

Gaze unites with the ocean of the free