Surface Touching

Our eyes only met for a moment
As the kingdom of this world rushed by
she was lying in a doorway
Vacant
Staring
Unseen by passing eyes
Beneath her barricades
Her Faded plastic bags
full of relics
salvaged
from lifes war
Beneath her Icons
venerated
against the cold assault
Of city neon
On her soul

I ventured a weak smile
Powerless
Shy
Ancient wisdom welled
In my imagination like vapour
It is we that pass by who are lacking
Lost in our cold aversions
We that are driven
To find peace in consuming
The temporal ghosts
Of our empty yearning