Across the Space






Is it that hard to reach across the space
with our fingertips almost touching
straining against the void
the blackness that surrounds us?
Would our hands ever touch
banishing the distance
locking fingers in a clasp
holding fast, holding tight?
Can we claim what’s ours
even as judging eyes follow
unafraid by each others side
with our hands entwined?
Is this the right time for us
to be bold in face of all the odds
that everything we hoped for
will be possible as our worlds collide?

-The Elusive Scribe 011614-