Kindred Souls

To touch you in this way,

To feel you there…somewhere

Beyond my window-pane, we meet

And scale hope’s common stair

The passion of a poem

Is like no other rush

Save for the artist as he spills

Thought-oceans from his brush

There are no walls out here

Let blood and ink collide

We stroll the star-strung atmosphere

And trace its turbid tide

For we are kindred souls

As heart to heart we’re held

Within the motion of a poem

Where ink and music meld

© Janet Martin