"it will always be the unsaid hello"

when finally our shores meet.
the unspoken messages our eyes exchange
will bridge distances-imagined and real-
existing between us.

you are sky; i am sea:
the illusion of separation
is such that we do not understand
each other's texture, taste and tongue.

i feel as if-though close i might be-
no amount of force will unite
limb to limb, life to life, heart to heart.
so our substances remain disjointed.

but even the sky meets the sea,
somewhere,somehow, when god allows fusion
in this world of oil and water, virtue
and vice, solid, liquid and gas.

and it will always come down to
the unsaid hellos, the understood farewells,
that bind my heart to yours-when finally,
if ever finally-our shores do meet.

... keech gave me this poem... ^_^ thanks!