there's a message caught in the air between you and me
hovering
like words in a void, in a vacuum,
and maybe we could reach out and rescue it,
brush it like the summer wind kisses the grass or the autumn breeze ruzzle fallen leaves.
But perhaps this message is best left unspoken,
is best left visible only as dust in pillars of light.
But then again, maybe there is no message.
maybe the shimmering vision between you and I is nothing more than memories,
what could have been.
The disappointed expectations in dreams fallen by the wayside,
dusty and forlorn. Maybe it's all the time in ages the universe collected, fluid, and waiting
for one of us to make the first move and
disturb the universe