Saturday, June 27, 2009

Impalpable

Those that amble past the glass store front are
soundless. Crooning in my eyes but soundless
nonetheless and there so delicate. Here
on the other side I thinly digress
to musing.

If I could dance with them I would,
but you too are on the other side of glass.
I watch your tenuous rhythm
string a shadowy song.

But it is soundless.