Cold permeates and the year is ending.
Time unfolds the outer petals of a rose.
In the frigid beauty there is pain
untouchable moments run through us as tiny particles
reminding us of our smallness.
My heart is full and yet hollow.
I want to travel across this vast field of white
I want to cross space in your arms
while time evolves in distances beyond us.
People continue their lives
in ways and days they reveal
that most do not wish to notice
I still know the girl inside me
who questions wide eyed her universe
I am awake at a dawn whose horizon is touching the minds of the sleeping masses
these words we exchange create synesthesia
or kinesthetic empathy perhaps
for the harmony
beyond our natural rhythm