A line of mercury separates us
What is it? A gulf, an abyss?
Is it her name, or his face?
Or the coming fork on the road?
We struggle, to find our feet
To bridge the gap, to meet
We meet, we part
In the chiaroscuro of our art
And when we part again,
Bearing shards of incomplete pain
I write mediocre poetry, hiding
From the mocking prose, brazen and bold
Prairie Wind 
Beautiful!
@sampada š
As i look back at it again, something is wrong with it. Because of the contorted rhyming, the rhythm is going haywire by the end of the poem, ruining the force of the words. Like, the force of the third line of the last stanza is destroyed by the fourth line itself.
Edit it! What can you do to make it flow better?
A dear friend recently told me that we write similarly, though I must say, I am stumped, and feel no where close to what you write! New follower here! š
http://wingsofharmony.blogspot.in/