this room and all it has to offer, <br />shadow dancers and empty walls, <br />the epitome of need; <br />a long distance phone call from the heart. <br /> <br />all these voiceless hours <br />grow numb inside my head - <br />and it seems useless to pretend, <br />that there is some road destined to combine <br />the journey of two shooting stars, <br />as they pass in the sky like soul-mates do in life. <br /> <br />i am perched atop the eaves, listening to a prayer <br />from a dreamer on bended knee, <br />and i cannot make out the words, <br />but the music of his travail sews its way into my soul - <br />then finds an entry out into space from the slit in my lips, <br />whispers moist and ready to be kissed. <br /> <br />i loved this frail encounter <br />a moment longer than any lover ever should, <br />for in the time it weaved its way <br />through my veins, i knew - <br />i could miss this serene silence that <br />speaks louder than my heart - <br />and i would find only space between, <br />what my reality is, <br />and what i can dream. <br /> <br />i often think <br />that the world is far too big, <br />far too wide to believe - <br />that absence makes the heart grow <br />more assured of its home, <br />when all the while two cities who love, <br />wake alone.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-cities-who-love/
