Vicarious
Reaching out from the folds
Unless you walked on the moon
We may as well be in the same room
Pondering the same depths here
Wandering by the cold stares
Everything shared in a single heart's boom
Reaching out from the folds
Of their existence into the new
Embrace of the future with promise
And love throughout...
Clinging to the warmth inside
Of his wounds
Into the cold embrace of the room
Riddled throughout
She was delivered into blooming
Fields of green's spilled colors