We have to be so immediate in our caution

the world exists based upon our action

while in a moment I cry,

in seconds later I wonder why

the beauty around me escapes my eyes.

Lost in a cloud of circumstantial worry,

I am allowed only that brief respite to be one

with my identity in the eyes of another.

Yet, how might I tell that other person

all I wish for is to be recognized alone

without masks,

no sweet songs or rhythm

to clarify this state of mind.

Tonight, I watch the sun begin to set

and imagine that world brilliant beyond

the horizon, and I wonder quietly to myself,

if there might be another …

Can we all begin to believe our heart and soul

responds to that same energy together.