Unity

[njb9601]

Our souls lie listless and still
separated by cold comfort and fear
praying for a breeze
a breeze that may press us
to touch another soul,
if only for an instance.

Alone the souls rot
blind themselves from reality
empty their hearts to fill their pockets

I want to conjure storms
winds that shake foundations and shatter walls
pushing souls uncomfortably close
to the point where privacy dies

I want to cripple bridges
Designed to connect us
but have only made our brief passings all the quicker.

I want to drown in the great abyss
of poison and gold
to see if my soul would float
to see if your soul would save me

I want to cut deeply into our heart
so that I may prove its existence
so that I can say with certainty
we bleed the same blood

And that if we were separated
between vast unknowns
past the points of infinity and insanity,

For that one moment
I could say we were alive.