This is the electricity

... I know that it has become a light,
but I do not know now where you are,
nor where the light is.
Juan-Ramon Jimenez

My hands are poles different.
A spark of pain between them is wandering
and looking for the right direction.
The blood hurried to its rhythm
in the throbbing temple.
An arc of light keeps
for your joy and hope.
I look for myself in you.
I hope he will reach my way
to your souls,
hearts
and kindness.