Halfway

I can’t see you.
I can’t hear you.
I can’t touch you.

But in the dead of Night
the stars get brighter,
the veil grows thinner,

and Words
build bridges of light
over the Darkness.

You live
in the true World, I wander
through the shadows

and they are the only way
to tell you
let’s meet halfway.

© Frédéric Georges Martin