Upon the landscape
   of the species
Souls are merging 
   parting
      waking in the mists
Of wrists
   locked in grips
      and shorn
         of shades
And walls of
   surging barricades
They ride the currents
   of electric
      fantasy
And sail
   within cabins 
Of invested
   moments
      touches
         tears
But somewhere in the bulkhead
   of shattered threads
      and puzzled heads
There is a mated 
   chord
      that strikes
With mystic energy and
I want just a glimpse
    a brief caress
        an instant
Held in time
By fingers
Locked and
   intertwined

(c) 1996 James Oliver Smith, Jr