by Raoul Elliot
Imagine if I took hold of your hand
And suddenly all these thoughts, these dreams,
Passed from me to you like lightning
Flowing through our veins, our blood,
Connected at the seams, bonded through
Experience, through pain, through change,
That we can share, can see, can feel, can be,
Can live and love as us; not me and you.
Imagine if you could take all this
Into yourself, along with everything
You’ve ever known, or dared to find
Beyond the wild horizon of your mind’s
Perception, where dimensions shift
And nothing else breaks through the wall –
The rift of doubt and disarray that rocks
You to and fro within your ego’s arms.
Imagine if my words might well remain
Unspoken, only worth the voice
With which they reach your heart
That knows them long before they leave
These lips, these teeth, this tongue,
This throttled throat that tightens,
Gasping, asking, praying for release
Before my final rasping breath is drawn.
Imagine if I lost the will to carry on,
And having wasted by the wayside
All my life, had only you to keep me
Strong, to keep me moving facing forward,
Never turning to look back for fear
Of what I may have left behind,
Or may have left besides this soul,
This shell, this skeleton, no longer mine.