Do I talk to myself when i talk to you?

Words become alive with meaning
when they cross the bridge
from my heart to yours;
consummate the journey
from my Self to you.

My thoughts bounce
as epiphany of truth
when i dress them up in words
for you.
Do I talk to my soul
when I speak to you?
Are you the mirror
reflecting my true identity:
scars of experience
like craters on the moon,
sheen of realization
like the first rays of the sun?
Until Love–
revelatory of divinity–
glows in the darkness of my heart,
until sorrows of lifetimes dissolve.
Is it me, or is it you?
Or is it who I am with you?

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