Murmur

"Voices leaking from a sad cafe
Smiling faces try to understand
I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand
On Bleaker Street"

We murmur with the hopes that someone
yes, someone
will hear the sounds
and somehow see into the chasm of the immense soul
seeking a touch
just a single touch
to pierce our dream of dualism

Each of us carries the burden
of the unspoken secret
the unseen story
the untouched pain

Each of us fearfully yearning
for the piercing of the membrane
that protects others from the shock
of who we are

How precious is that moment
when two souls touch

When true understanding yields words superfluous

And, for a glorious instant,
we are not alone