Closer

CLOSER

Instances of motion,
frozen
paused by dreams
we call out
without sound
across the wide blank
spaces
where time never moves.

If we could only
(just frozen here)
take one more step
closer
we could touch
fingertip to fingertip,
lips meeting lips.

Feel the body's familiar warmth
expectation of desire
a possibility of redemption
taken to the extreme
limit of what could be.

Steps can be taken,
(time never stops)
gestures unfreeze
thaw
as time drips in the sunlight.
Falling
each second
into the river of memory.

Soon it will be gone
washed down to the sea
of all our histories.
Another tale told by sailors
standing watches in the dark

as the ships pass by,
shapes silhouetted
against the distant horizon.

The only limitations
are those we impose
shape our forms
of possibility
with our intentional fingers
divining shapes
out of formlessness.

Looking for familiarity
in ethereal entities
giving names,
(definitions)
to realised differences,
carving a sharp steady line
between what is real
and what we dream.
Who is to deny my dreams?
Who are you to say
what I can or cannot imagine,
what I can call real.

I want to step into that world of dreams
where everything becomes the possible
where no-one can prove any rule.
A place where physics does not limit
the sides, the edges and the centre.
An infinite universe forever
turning inside out.
Where rain could leave the earth parched
in order to swell heavy clouds,
where I could be the sort of person
you could feel capable of loving.

A place where I did not feel
the useless weight of
these clumsy hands.