And I was conscious of the sort
A sort of daze that captures my gaze
Was it pervaded by the void that is on my face
The sky was blue and had an amazement to it
But that sky leaves an emptiness that a heart feels
This I sometimes thought
This I sometimes feel
It was dark and it was raining
I didn't mind
The warm reality of course woke me
Gone was that ordinary dreamlike dream
Full of love and tenderness
May 11/11
1 comment:
Namaste my brother Connor, another excellent post. I hope you're high and dry still.
In Lak' ech, love by the word....
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