Vision

Lying in bed singing the words of pain written by others. I look up & see the wall before me but I see you. I sense you sitting half a world away, a desk, a computer before you. I see the specks and marks in the wooden wall that sits in front of me but I see the flicker in your eyes as you sense me and feel my pain. You look, we see, divided by distance, seperated by space but we see each other true. I raise my hand and I reach out to touch, palm to palm as hands do kiss. You raise your hand, your brain registers across your eyes defying the motion, screaming of impossibilities, improbabilities and the illogical nature of the action. You hesitate I implore with my eyes, you see and reach. I can feel the heat of your hand, its energy leaping before it to mingle with mine. I feel you so close, our hands almost touching. You are not here, you are not with me, we have never met but in this moment we know each other, we sense and see each other and share a need to know, to feel, to sense, to heal. Hands crossing the fabric of space and reality to exist, essences mingling and touching.
The music of my song faes and ends and you slip back into your own place leaving me alone in mine.

The song is done and ended. You are gone and I am alone. It was a moment we shred, no more. But it was truth, it was peace. A moment of energy of spirit of soul. Not trapped in logic and world. A moment shared between two souls linked in ways unknown to them. A moment we shared. A moment brief but lasting, a mark in memory never removed. Will we know again in this life? Will you recognise me in the confines of the real world. Did you see me as I see myself, as the world sees me or as I walk the hallowed halls of the Otherworld. Did you see the woman or the Goddess? And were you true of form and nature or did I see but an illusion of this life's reality.
Will we meet again? Will we know? Will we reach for each other beyong the limits we think we are bound by? Or is it but a moment that faded with the melody leaving empty space.