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