Musing Aloud

Painting a picture
on a canvas 
of unseen and unknown realms.
That, with each day,
absorbs more of my world.
Can I ever describe
what it is,
that is so much,
yet so little of me.
Looking and seeing,
as if through another's eye's
at the how and the why
of what we yet could be.
But so sadly are not.
Kaleidescope scenes,
sometime the world does not
seem real until I have closed
my eyes and gone to sleep.
Feeling the motion when
all is still and calm.
Shrinking in to infinity
as the world receding sways.
How to give shape or form
to the distance, 
between all that is and
all that is me.
How can I tell them
how closely I hold them,
each word, every moment
of each and every day.
What words will touch them
without creating a gulf
of misunderstanding that will
make them beleive I am
other than just a man...