if i blink my eyes…passerby.

children, with wings unknown

crossing vast distances,

by thought alone.

here i have met you,

among the trees,

where we first recognized,

a song in the breeze.

fated circumstance in the mouth of the dawn.

 

i do not cry for your absence,

but for the knowledge of your existence.

knowing in some way, in a single day,

i may not be paying attention.

maybe i would turn my head just so,

and in one failed glance,

you might pass me,

your shadow walking  straight through me.

(and i would never know.)