we would have remained as we were with our shoes and our clothes our words without voice, without witness to our hunts for metaphors, these sweet fruits we harvest under the season fraught with rain, whirlwinds of dust and ashes
and then this world was forged
just as wordsmiths seek for rhyme and first line a thousand dreams birth to unveil this cyberscape, the endless pages for the human story
no more shall concrete cities and highways bind us apart with walls or lost in the maze under separate and distant skies night and day paused their dance into an embrace holding us together so that you and i could touch should we brave and dare just like how we do now i with my words and you with your eyes where our souls little by little we bare
a sort of hello to my fellow poets here at hp =)
i feel it is a work in progress, but for the prompt, it will do, for now.