We are here

Looking out an abandoned window to the outdoors; from shelter that is safe from a point of view.

Per every struggle rains the tears of those weeping, seeking comfort. 

Hands catch the hopes of wondering souls who's hearts are wandering upon a desecrated planet.  

Many eyes convey different emotions,  expressed endlessly and  tirelessly across one star sky to another. 

We are here, also seeking, hearing your heart beat; enduring our equal struggles proclaiming  difference .

Is it appropriate, to claim such a paradoxical conflict?

To synchronize  in pace of echoing hearts from another world; mirroring our  minds to imagine of a  santuary lost in theory of our  hidden lives.

Each bubbling to be chased meeting the eternal dance of the sun and moon before  popping to oblivion. 

Alas I stare at the same window waiting for someone to reached I wish for  myself to reached too.