They move unaware of my eyes
Or my prayers
Their bodies move, but not their hearts
And I wonder if reaching out
If getting close enough to feel each other’s breath
Will reveal their music, their hearts’ flame
Or mine?
From above, I see
A hue of colors, unsynchronized dance
A cold breeze reaching the shadows
Trees and water bleeding in silence
Life, in monotony trapped
In some ways, some days, I too; move with them
Unaware of her prayers, carrying a wounded sunset
Mis 2 Mundos 
May the wounded sunset bloom into the most beautiful dawn.
Your heart is a fire that can never be quelled, a fire so great, so overwhelming, that it’ll spill and burn them and love them just as they are, bless life and its entrapment.
Beautifully said!
Thanks!