Out the corners of my eye,
I see you standing there,
As well as sense your presence.
Turning my head to look,
There was nothing.
Movement from another dark space.
Never connecting with a clear view,
But always feeling you…
Energy is neither created nor destroyed.
Whose energy, or spirit am I entertaining?
Longing for confirmation
And knowing those daily…
Will never be spoken of to another.
Who would believe it?
Somethings have to be experienced
In order to achieve understanding.
Until We connect,
We shall continue to dance.
Peek-a-boo in the shadows.
Sensing, yet not fully seeing
But knowing something is