Musings Unknown Without Direction

This new moment poised flower of passion unopened wondering how to step or withdraw somewhat shy unafraid to say but so far away she flies and how could I not recall those curious things unsaid that were already spoken before their time could be known and of course again the chime like a bell somehow in mist sheets of falling rain cutting through fog like soft candles in the night peaking and peeking awakening from a dream that was only a memory of tomorrow she calls my name and I know the answer to that but hesitate here a bit never wanting too fast to walk when running would do just the same I sit and stare at these words I write fantastic in their speed not how they flow but the quickness of recognition that comes from two souls locked in kisses that may never come yet they do in some strange way haunt me to wondering now could a moment so soft skin pressed nakedly imagined without even knowing a face and yet it passes away again like water falling cascades musing in day dreams as I poise my fingers for the next line that erupts in a river of meaning unknown nevertheless less alone for a friend with some voice resonates occasionally late and I do dream of speaking again as it will come no doubt soon enough never too late to hold someone's hand in the darkness of fear that we transcend so I withdraw nothing here and walk forward without direction or even intent only thinking to scribble my breath into these pixels to this stranger unaware how her heart sounds pressed against my ear at night when only the moon shines brightly or perhaps a whisper illuminates the room where two entangled bodies recline again without purpose or direction other than more nearby than before