"Hint of an Image"
Barely a silky trace
of a shape,
I can almost see the glimmer
in your eyes
--whoever you are,
I can see just the faintest image.
How did you get here,
so far in,
deep
inside my mind,
in my most secret and private of places,
Where did you come from,
There's something about you though
that has enchanted me
and I can't stop thinking about you,
If only I knew that you knew
that I have you on my mind.
I find the traces of you
left behind,
among the walls and hallways
of my mind,
just the hints of your essence,
I don't even know who you are
but some kind of percieved astral touch
has been imprinted on me
that makes it feel you aren't far,
The physical distance that exists
seems to be the illusion
we as corporeal beings
understand for separation,
But something feels more mysterious
just beyond
the edges of comprehension
that tells me some kind of connection
can manifest without form,
Outside of the physical,
on a plane without time and space
but instead,
with intertwining essences
creating connecions felt through energies
that,
with the right alignment
perhaps drip through
with wonderous droplets of emotion
that we can't fully understand,
but can
only know the feeling,
And Can Only
see
the hint of an image.
-Armando Torres
