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 through a window Your skin feels warmth, but it can't be in the world that its warmth has made alive Like walking alone through 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