Prelude

Like when following an image from a train

Your eyes can′t keep the passing landscapes from being swallowed into endless distance

Like when holding a fist full of ashes your hands can't save the things that have already been dissolved

into air

Like when facing the sun thru a window your skin feels warmth but you can′t be in the world that its

warmth has made alive

Like walking alone thru a lucid dream like saying your name aloud in an empty room

Like witnessing my body standing in a mirror aching to be seen, aching to become real

But the beauty one finds alone is a prayer that longs to be shared