They lie over there
our silent
sleeping
partners
We see them
through clouds
Faceless
nameless
somebodies
drawing close
to the light
yet preferring
shadows
Coming close
but never
enough
to make
contact
Who are you
silent
sleeping
partner
Wouldn’t you
prefer
our warm
embrace?

[For the folk who drop by the Live Poetry site but who don't leave me a prompt - thank you for being here anyway!]