Analysis of Foray

Here's my little foray into the other side.
Not sure of the outcome, or what I will find.

Not that I am searching, adventure is the game,
Engaging in another space  would it be the same?

To whisper in a pool of thoughts, calling to someone.
Not knowing if another, will see, or hear, or come.

A glass ceiling, can it be cracked:

Silent voices trapped in the throng;
Looking for recognition;
Sounds a mournful song.

The Spirit of the one I love
Has no need to pose.
Freely we give,
The life we live.
Love to all of those x.