Sonars

If only,
my hands,
yours,
ours ...
they could
trace paths
orchestras.

orchestrating
future visions
fugases lives
you dear
They are trying
still required.

requiring the
time and
put at stake
matt laceando the
Dreams still
keep coming.

coming inconclusive
furtive longings
who want to stay
you and me,
but not achieved
them together because
yet it has been
unite forging a
same way.