What is beyond us
We could have love
Art bring us
To a trite portal
And leave us
Our back against
The painting
The leaves swaying
And the tree calm
What is beyond us
We could be one
Music meet us
And numb our senses
The lyrics
The heart racing
Blushing like a kid
What is beyond us
We could be alone
Bursting into tears
Gaping at one another
Searching, scanning
Hardly knowing
What to do
With ourselves
Yes beyond us
Is a bridge of trials
But we have to build
A bridge of love
To free ourselves. . . . .
