on the ghost-white page
we connect in a space
far outside of time.
and through these scribbled lines
plucked from the margins
of my mind
i attempt to build a bridge
across the frozen wastelands
in between.
the full moon bares
her naked soul tonight
spilling out her pale light
across the hard-edged
corners of my room.
slowly words begin to flow
pouring from your heart
through mine
(once again) imploring
me to finally let go
of all the places
still stuck
in between.
