165 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day solipsism meaning: "the philosophical theory that the self is all that exists."
Curling Branches
There are soft curling branches
Soft secret limbs that reach
Across spaces in cafes and restaurants, bars, scenic views and lands
They feel about tentative and nervous
They look into different dimensions
They take shape on collective imagination
Sparked by two eyes meeting across a room
There is a mutual interest
And eternal understanding
That nothing will ever happen
But curiosity persists
Imagination constructs a world
Dreams within dreams deep
Layers of curiosity
These are soft silent moments
Of secret longing
That no one knows or sees
There is a sense of solipsism in this emptiness that belongs only to you
As feelings are acknowledged
Then cast adrift to sweep down
Their way meander out into
The vast sea of the subconscious.
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