INDIVISIBLE

In the fanciful realms of the breaking dawn 

I hear dulcet murmurings from afar, 
Caught between asleep and awake 
Was that a soul, or just my crooning heart? 

Whispers of a wordless chant 
That ears don't hear, nor minds perceive, 
Nothings caught by the spirits entwined 
Become sweet everythings that souls retrieve. 

Wisps of gentle thoughts that breathe 
Your breaths, in my heart spaces 
No sense of distance, time or place 
Colours, castes, faiths or races. 

I'm glad that souls can't read the clock 
Nor measure miles or appearances see, 
Or they would too become like the men 
Who remain apart for their hypocrisy. 

MS