(THE VAPORS)
THE SOUND...
From the mist we came... We with so much to convey.
We thrust into the midst of such a hectic situation.
Kill or be killed, in your arms I a man found comfort.
In the most savage of situations you calmed the beast... I with the potential to be savior or demon.
I seeking you in the throngs of billions.
Two stars shining in panoramic view as we revolved on a miniscule rock.
We but two particles of carbon and water blessed with this gift... This thing called life.
A hundredth of a second... A gasp... A cry... A breath.
A brush of fingertips as we reach for each other's hands.
A mashing of lips as we kiss.
A melding of souls as we mate.
We passing on these things we have learned.
We melting back into the mist as we dissipate.
Remnants of love lingering in our wake.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
