secrets sigh all night
tigers slide into the sun
dappled shadows in between
memories of forests more real than they were living
death is a concept of linear minds
thoughts traverse a limitless space
sensations of touch on a cloudy day as real as the moment we first saw them
filed them away
pull them out again another day
emptiness is the space between the bell where the melody begins
ripples, build like a song
and a dance
the music tugs a string inside us, we call it a soul
a need
a desire
feel the notes like rushes of the wind on a chilly fall day
like touches of the tips of fingers in the dark
of lips on the soft
cold skin on the back
of the hand of the lost
in the sea we can drift and we can feel the current blow
underwater weather rages like the storms above and we can
be