Not Quite There Yet

I see you
invisible
walking the streets of sadness.
Touch my heart
slide both halves together, again,
so we may trade favors
and music.

It was never about me
or you
or any configuration of us.
Even the ageless minds
cannot dream so long.

Still, I inscribe reflections of self
in living flesh, deep and lasting
seeking balance with each finger of my hands.
Take my hand
just for a moment
and remember how to touch a stranger.
I don’t know what to do, either.

A dazzling white city
lies far beneath the water
and all the ripples hide it when I reach.
Walls are melting
as fast as we can see them
so near
from such distance
which is all a state of mind.

Do what you like
as I pack my words with gunpowder
in hopes that someday
I too would rather keep walking.

That was so emotive. Beautiful imagery hun. Beautiful

Superb!

Powerful words Scratch...you experience several different emotions all at once. Love it