i picture you reading this
sitting crosslegged
can almost hear your voice
caress the words
with your soft thought
with your soft eyes
were it to be
that i could be there
and ask of you
your true thought
ask of you for your unabashed view
that i could beg to understand
this human condition
for you see i have not known such as you
i have been denied
and i would surrender all that i am
all that i have
to know your mind
to know the tenderness of your heart
release me from this existence
this diabolical snare from which i am unable to escape
for it is the simple knowledge
of you
that is true freedom
but its more
it is all i have left