I see a barrier divides us .
Invisible and haunting like a face in a fading dream
Maybe it’s always been there……….
How shall I render it?;
A glass wall through which we see
yet cannot touch ‘
we are close but we can never feel;
never caress or kiss.
All that’s left is vision
which is desired yet produces torment.
If someone should break that glass wall
would that be bad or good?
Though we would walk on splinters
for a short time
We’d be together in the same sensual world
with roses,peonies and anemones;
with birds , badgers and barley fields…
cats and cradles
and nursery rhymes.
Is it right to judge the shattering of the glass as evil…
after all,who was it who had drawn me there
as by a golden thread?
and are we alive inside that bell jar
which is meant only for the dead?
Yes,the noise and the wind that whirls through
may strike us with an instant of terror
but ,holding hands, we would come through..
and how then would we keep from singing?