of the beholder
you can see an eye
that holds
you in
a vague embrace.
That touches
your limits,
your thoughts,
your desires.
In a split of a second
you are alone,
when the eye
can't reach you anymore.
In your own world
you are alone,
when you don't want or
can't be reached anymore.
In the eye
of the beholder
you can't see an eye
that holds
you anymore...
By © Dolores Meden 2017
