Hint of an Image

"Hint of an Image"

Barely a silky trace

of a shape,

   I can almost see the glimmer

   in your eyes

        --whoever you are,

I can see just the faintest image.

How did you get here,

so far in,

deep

inside my mind,

in my most secret and private of places,

     Where did you come from,

There's something about you though

that has enchanted me

and I can't stop thinking about you,

     If only I knew that you knew

that I have you on my mind.

I find the traces of you

left behind, 

among the walls and hallways

of my mind,

just the hints of your essence,

I don't even know who you are

but some kind of percieved astral touch

has been imprinted on me

that makes it feel you aren't far,

The physical distance that exists

seems to be the illusion

we as corporeal beings 

understand for separation,

But something feels more mysterious

just beyond 

the edges of comprehension

     that tells me some kind of connection

can manifest without form,

     Outside of the physical,

on a plane without time and space

but instead,

with intertwining essences

creating connecions felt through energies

that,

with the right alignment

perhaps drip through

with wonderous droplets of emotion

that we can't fully understand,

     but can 

     only know the feeling,

And Can Only 

see 

the hint of an image.

-Armando Torres