El Braz
Your spirit seems familiar,
I feel the imprint of your soul upon my own.
Yet, you are far away.
Who are you?
Have we met?
Do I know you?
Or are you just a passing acquaintance,
that I happened upon one night?
That imprint – was it just the passing press,
or have I touched and been touched?
Were you the one I knew without limitations?
The one who defied all but God?
Is it you?
Or am I mistaken?
Did we really meet?
Or was it only the candlelight
that illuminated our spirits
for that brief moment
allowing them to press against each other?
