Spinning out of control,
Losing a grip on what is called reality.
Dark closes in, as my breath quickens,
There is no one.
Eyes close, and a tear escapes.
Screams go unheard,
The living and dead are the same.
Loving, growing, losing, shrinking,
All the same, in dark, in light.
Arms stretched out,
Touching nothing, yet feeling everything.
Fingers brush open palms,
Eyes fly open and whip around.
Head tilts back, with tear stained cheeks,
And a lets out a silent scream.
A whisper floats in from every direction,
"We are here, We are here, We are here."
Fingers touch other hands,
They grab and break the fall.
Not alone but together,
With this world and the next.
Hands holding hands,
Whether feeling them or not.
They are here, we are not alone.