Look at your hands,
          now touch your face..

Is this us, our impressions
       collected by our grasp..

Now walk bare foot in the
           garden, street..

Are these our footsteps naked under us?
                            Or repetitions of before,
that feeling that were breadcrumbs on a path.

Were not sure of ourselves
                                             we use our senses
     collectively to exist in our surroundings..

But if we had none would we be alive at all??

Her eyes
Begin to flutter
Sterile lights flash by
Then drift

She sinks into
An open canvas
Where I catch her
In my memory spawn

Such a gentle
Nature I use
To get close
To her

Then I sit
Watch her
Listen to her murmmer

Existing somewhere
Between the papers
Paints and daffodils

Loving every moment
As hand reaches
Out to me

She wants me to
Drift with her
And just to
Exist

Nothing more
Nothing less

you worth more than you think
you are more beautiful than you know
you are stronger than you believe

and you are loved
oh
so
loved

when will you realize
the love living within my heart
resides
survives
exists

only for you

static crackles in my mind-
white noise or
black hole   ?

estranged from
peace
i seek out
a lease
for my  h a p p i n e s s

before i cease
to exist.

So, I sing the song,
The jubilant song,
The one I sang with you by my side
So long ago.

I lay in the place,
behind the warm oak trees,
The place I lay when you were by my side
So long ago.

I listen to nature,
the calm, surreal nature,
The nature that existed when you were by my side
So long ago.

Life has moved on from us,
You have moved on from me,

Have I moved on?

"EXIST, EXIST" screams my shape to the horizon.
"I SEE YOU, I DO" shouts the horizon to my shape.

We are lonely in each other's company,
though we are always touching.