flight of the butterfly, rising free
Smoke drifts lazily from the embers
As we gaze at the starlit night sky
Full moon's rays light your form
Breath stolen once again....
You heard a bell
You heard the clang
The rhythmic swells
The soul’s deep pang
A world apart
Yet connected by word
Expressions of timelessness
I weep at the sweetness of the irony
How can you touch me?
How can I touch you?
O' Divine Comic
Why do you find such pleasure...
In stretching our perceptions?
In creating an impossible hope?
In miraculously manifesting that which cannot be?
A world apart
Connected by your words
And by mine...
Touch me....
And let me touch you.