Friday, May 3, 2013


On the path betwixt
A soul half real;
The other half flits
'tween dream and meal

To be grounded yet empty
In world solid grey,
To wander still chained
By phantoms yet may.

One wonders, as two
Which half be true?
And if others are too
Like you.

Winding, wandering,
Both paths are true.
Yet both are empty,
Still wondering


On the path betwixt
When two souls meet
Two souls complete.