What is this thing that stalk me even in my dreams?
What is this thing that call’s to me?
Where does it come from?
What does it want?
Do you hear me laughing at that which comes near?
At every turn or at every corner of the eye.
Do you hear the whispering words of truth?
Do you hear the screaming frustrations of lies?
Torment in love,
Love in torment.
Reaching for some eternity that escapes your
Every breath.
Touch it. What does it feel like?
Does it feel familiar to you?
Can you feel it with you every being?
Close your eyes.
Feel it through the darkness of your mind.
It what links us to it.
To you. To them.
What is it?
Dec 07/10
1 comment:
Ripples of love, the water is warm... Thank you, I very much enjoy the meanderings of your mind.
Namaste, my dear brother, love scattered in a zephyr...
P.S. the pass word to leave a comment was vinessen. wine in French, food in German. I thought this apropos to the nature of your poem.
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