Illogical
In the distance of the near, twirling wind;
beyond my reach, but within my grasp.
I see blindly, the paved way
to the dirt road rising flatly
unto the dry sea.
Silently I speak.
My voice is not my own.
My heart leaps a straight line of stillness.
Knowing, surely, nothing was ever certain...
till the twilight of the sun
above your horizon,
crossed the clear haze
of my illogical heart.
