Behind these words are fingers
attached to corporeal being
a universe away yet right beside you, breathing
We speak we exhibit we opine we wander
we meet here or elsewhere briefly
we develop rapport, or repelling
Virtual and physical crossover
barriers remain as barriers lift
sometimes trust sometimes commonality, caring
Exchanges effect changes
Revolutions Reverie Revelation.
Not a sound I heard for weeks now
but our project works like that, with gaps
either you withheld or I wasn’t listening
No matter I’ve never seen your face
I have seen you clearly, there on a hilltop, unveiled
your arrangement of words hope flowers in sunshine
I will miss your brilliant light and excellence
the gentle brutality of your wisdom, your truths
and your presence behind the words I read.
Goodnight, my virtual friend
Go lightly on your journey
Goodnight.