souls in common

across the sky

the years

the miles

of a great divide

without saying

but knowing

perceiving  the bond

that just a few will see

across a country

a continent

an ocean

souls searching

without touch

embrace

or whisper

still a closeness

across the silence

the darkness

the shadows

unknown

similar dreams

light up a speck of universe

a candle flicker

a mirror image

one kindred spirit

or two in a life

finding some shared ground

symphonic similarities

songs sung in unison

answers to questions

no one asked

more déjà vu than coincidence

or memory

a waking dream

across the rippled expanse of wonder

the echo of a thought unspoken

the reflection of a rainbow unseen

unfathomable to all

but souls in common

Barry DeCarli

July 23, 2015 revised

On Hammond Pond, Goshen, MA

©2015 Barry DeCarli

anime in comune

attraverso il cielo

gli anni

le miglia

di un grande divario

senza dire

ma sapendo

percepire il legame

che solo alcuni vedrà

attraverso un paese

un continente

un oceano

anime alla ricerca

senza contatto

abbracciare

o sussurro

ancora una vicinanza

attraverso il silenzio

il buio

le ombre

sconosciuto

sogni simili

illuminare un granello di universo

un guizzo candela

un'immagine speculare

uno spirito affine

o due in una vita

trovare un terreno comune

sinfonie intercambiabili

canzoni cantate all'unisono

le risposte alle domande

nessuno ha chiesto

altro déjà vu di una coincidenza

o la memoria

un sogno ad occhi aperti

attraverso l'ignoto distesa di meraviglia

l'eco di un pensiero inespresso

il riflesso di un arcobaleno invisibile

insondabile per tutti

ma le anime in comune

Barry DeCarli

23 luglio 2015 rivisto

Su Hammond Pond, Goshen, MA

© 2015 Barry DeCarli

building walls

for Steve Byrne

sometimes

we build walls against the hurt

mounting up inside

as we trade our dismissed

worry for anger and pain

even as we try to hold back a flood

of obsession that wells up again and again

we don’t know what

our last act in life might be

or if anyone will understand

what we've left behind

or care

as our anguish grows

we add another block

to another row

until finally

we see nothing

but the wall that holds us in

Barry DeCarli

July 11, 2015

On Hammond Pond, Goshen, MA

©2015 Barry DeCarli

two thoughts

I.

no shimmering of wings

no light waking

no ripples on the shore

no avian symphony

what is lost

in this dark stillness

in this unhopeful silence

II.

sometimes it’s easier

to stop looking

for something lost

to forget

it might be there

close by

just under the moist

matted leaves

Barry DeCarli

July 3, 2015

On Hammond Pond, Goshen, MA

©2015 Barry DeCarli