I Am You

I am in the voice of the breeze
unspoken whispers
I am the secret language of the trees
conversations in dreams
I am what unwritten poetry sounds like
the scream of sleeping cars
I am lyrics in a silent mike
the song of unstrung guitars
I am the breath of the planet's dark side
the swishing winds past talks send
I am the hidden tune you have inside
the words of an imaginary friend
Hear me
I am you

I am in the daylight stars
faces in exposed photos
I am images through broken binoculars
the ancient sculpture's lost nose
I am shapes on an untouched sheet
the unseen night rainbow
I am springtime footprints left by winter feet
the dead light-bulb's glow
I am the mirror people on the other side
the smile of the maker of the universe
I am the painting you have inside
the conjured-up character's features
See me
I am you

I am in the touch of the sun
the soft stuff of clouds
I am the cold steel of a videogame gun
the crush of yesterday's crowds
I am the warmth of a flying kiss
the feel of a vaccuum
I am the pang of a near miss
the comfort of the womb
I am a hug shared over the phone
I am the lingering fingers of someone gone
and someone yet to come
Feel me
I am you