Step by step
we tread,
thread our way
through the obstacles
marking our path
to the other.
I hear you breathe
through the warm mist,
feel your heat
pierce the night.
Reach out your hand.
Our fingertips touch.
The path dissolves.
We remain.
Pris Campbell
(c)2002
Published in Wordspace, May 2002
Art:: Portion of The Creation of Adam
by Michelangelo
Music: Homage to Raul Borges by Cisneros
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