You were just beside me.
I know.
One can feel your air.
Even with eyes closed.
One sees.

And when you're away.
I slow.
All senses grow bare.
Like casting for food.
In dry seas.

I want to jump in with you.
Clear the skies, clear our eyes.
Are you ready for that leap?
And will they lend a hand?
Make us a simple mockery.
Or even care to understand.
We are one plus one, real music.
As my other half our love's true.
If it takes such a simple reach.
With no **** reaction of others.
I simply care to seal that breach.
So let's hold hands now my lover.
Grace the hills and ocean blue.
When all's done we'll sing anew.

When do I mind being pulled by my ear?
When by someone with my life I entrust.

Some people know comfort
In being constantly frazzled.
Trying to reach inner meaning
On realities spinning wheel.
Exhaustion knows their name
Habit leads them once again.
Running that endless circle
Of both distress and refrain.

Sometimes by just pausing and allowing all else to swirl around you like standing in the middle of a dust storm full of leaves.
Eventually those few will fall at your feet, meant to be picked up and absorbed before carrying them forth upon a new path, while the others are simply carried along by the wind.

Your tears dried unmarked
grounds.
No one found your cries.

Come walk with me.
Make sure I know
Your way.