It's brief and beautiful, the brief crossing of eyes and a gentle smile, when a soul calls out from the flesh, begging for connection. It is the depth of the human condition that we try to pull the hearts from each other and take them into our lands... if only to feel the sun for a few passing seconds before we pass back into the clouds of our own minds. The doorways are opened for a little while, and our glance tells of the infinite universe possible in each of us, and we can brush our fingertips across the surface of another reality... But it fades...
YOU ARE READING
Floating
PoetryI've collected a lot of works I have made for me and thrown them into a mess of empathic poetry I have done for others.
