To An Unknown Soul

Of all the fragmentary thoughts that ride along with us-- a moment's tingle to the spine, then fly away as any brighter one will scatter them like bowling pins, there is a carefully concocted vision that I have when I can see that I am not alone, that someone also reaches forth his fingers just to touch, to murmur "yes." For there are vapors rising from the earth, reminding me that all will dream, entangled with unspoken quests until I understand that there persist deep-seated cravings from within that must be satisfied in Everyman. The good still breathes; a hidden justice lurks; a heart proclaiming right still thunders at our viscera--our total self to stand complete. This is the hidden sacrament I need to share with you. I need to know there is an alter self, or someone just a spirit step away, who travels this same road with equal consciousness and light, lumen for the way ahead, and in a sense confirm in me, the certainty that spirit touch I thought about, is real. ~