I can feel your joy…
Your
pain…
Your
love… Your anger…
Grief
and elation…
Your
ecstasy and dark despair...
The
empath extant in your air.
Looking
deep into your soul,
Breathing
your aura,
Stroking
your brow,
Following
in your broken shadow,
Mimicking
your every move.
I
am the master of perception,
Impervious
to bald deception,
Harmonious
to stealth compassion,
Sensitive
to foil and fashion.
Sympathy,
my handicraft,
Encompasses
my fragile sphere,
Reaching
beyond ethereal bounds
To
esoteric atmosphere.
Borne
on wings of gossamer
In
darkened worlds that know no end,
Seeking
nothing in return
I
find a rare, a needed friend.
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