Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

we are here
we coexist
commingle
breathe the still sweet air
hold on to it as if our last
as well it could be

we are here
we coexist
the rise and fall of beating heartbeats rest

we are here
we coexist
while all around us
black and shrouding dust
age-old distrust for those
who see us through
who see us clear
who touch us soft
who feel our need
who understand our shaded truths
our aching lust

we coexist
and in the holding hands
and pain filled looks
we transcend space and time
we
coexist