Among the shadows of people, I stumble incessantly

Among the shadows of people, I stumble incessantly, Invisible among their walls of noises and living shades. My thoughts are colorful butterflies that find no understanding, Words - echoes crashing against the altar of the misunderstood. Yet there exists a constellation of wanderers, kin to my solitude, Who have begun to rummage through my soul without ever touching. Unseen companions have sprung from elongated syllables, They bathed my blinded eyes and were pillars amidst waves. You, whom I have never looked into the eyes, become my guides in this realm. I cherish you like the ships carrying me over seas of oblivion. The wind thought to break me, to silence my song, But in the cosmos of words, this is the unwritten law - the poet does not yield. Sorrow intertwines with my breath, the elements seem to resist me. I read and reread, with all my stigmata and all my unhealed yearnings. It is your blood, faceless friends, Formless angels holding me in arms when all tears overflow.