hidden (twelve)

.
on the fringes of
my life i run
on the spot
like Alice
in Wonderland.

i wonder where
you were when i
realized i was
outside looking in,
wanting
to dance wildly
but unable to
touch the sky.

i wonder where
you will be when i
awaken once again -
you see,
there is no border
no here or there,
no room for time
in wonder land,
there is no you
there is no me.
.
from May Day Poetry Project