How Do I Know

How do I know

you’re listening,

when I play my harp

in my mind.

I let the waves of emotion

emanate from my heart,

always wondering

forever curious

trying to imagine,

you may be nearby

if only you might say hello

like seeing a face in the shadows

instead of always midnight

wandering alone,

trying to piece together,

the fragments of my heart.

I remember one time,

when I felt

I could touch my soul,

the world seemed so small

so attainable,

everything had some purpose,

lovely skies ahead.

I remember thinking to myself

this is something I can really know.