That thin line is where
I want to be
Cut off between us two.
No matter how much we
change, this line will
always be.
Between motorized vehicles
the patter of shoes, old & new.
Spaced out between concrete plateaus and
painted highway lines.
The onlookers & passerbys
caught in the wind without second glance,
that thin line where I want to be
Can only be described as
Beside you.
Between the trees, beside the small lakes & birds
of your imagination,
That thin line where I end & you begin.
Our invisible bridge where my voice
tickles your ear & is miles long
That thin line that grasps your hand & mind.
No matter how much we change
this line will always be
& this line where we always meet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful well penned poem, though sometimes we need to cross that line from time to time. The reasons I'm still counting, a compromising position. Meeting some in the middle, somewhere in between that line that divides me and you. That will be the start of something wonderful, beautiful, and bring about change we never thought was possible.