This poem was birthed last night but I had to consider what it meant before I felt that I could publish it here - still not entirely certain but it feels right to post it now.
Where... - 31 Aug 10
It will end
Where
It began
In the oneness that is all
And is nothing
Cradled in my hand
Essence of you
Touched
By the elements
Birthed in fire
Washed by the sea
Resting on the sand
Soaring with the eagle
In the eternal
Night
I held you
Dawn kissed us
In the eternal
Day
You held me
The eternal
Ephemeral
We
Dreaming of us
As we dream
The universe
While waiting for it to be
Born
I am still not entirely certain what it means but, I am getting a good feeling about this poem now.
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sitting and watching
ReplyDeletethe waves upon the shore
where they come
how they touch
magic in the moment
memories of forever
we are just bits
of forever more
broken into pebbles
on the sands of time
rolling around
dreaming of flying
and remembering
once more
gees you are good, fulfilling all senses, creating images and stuff felt in the heart. keep working on it!!
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