Crossing over

Returning to the same place,hands across an oceaneyes across a sky so widegalaxies hide there.We are Samurai.You linger on the edge of nowherehungry for something, I have no mouthto feed you.Returning to the same placewe miss each other, we passso close we can almost touch.Forgetting for minutes,the Gods laugh at us.Here, kites fly in an unfeeling skyand a starving people leaveflowers on my doorstep.Frangipani, pale linen gildedpurple with the sweet smellof love.What use are Samurai in heaven?