The glassy surface of your mind creates a residue
Of second guessing and curious feelings
He needs to share a word; lend him an ear
Or take the silence in with welcoming arms
Your grace soothes the absent and trouble minded
He needs a sense of comfort or he will break and disappear
Measurements freeze and come to a smooth halt
As he takes a deep breath and exhales out an emotion
of which homey dew and eternal galaxies reside
But also that of tragic glasses and sullen heroes
The ghost of a man pulls you closer in a loving gesture
You understand the concept shown from gazing upon inmates of a world unshared
yet it still slips like the first fallen leaf on a sapling
You need to catch your breath or stabilize your heart
His lips move like petals about your material skin
Your own petals crave and relish the feelings of want and need
He holds you tight as you reflect on the phrases unspoken from the past
Somewhere in the mind of the forgotten hero
he too hid behind a secluded boundary away from the truth
but as it now takes form in actions
theres a certain soft, dark tranquility about it
amongst the misguided atmosphere of a passer-by's point of view
regardless of the world and it's spreading fires,
the bodily souls merge.