We Are

Another poem that has elements of "limite surréaliste" in the construction.





We Are  -  12 Oct 13

I am you
Strange words pass
Through my mind
Strange worlds shone
In my eyes
You are me
Confluence of thought
Wrapped in water
Flow through me
Touching everywhere
We are we
Echoes of the Love
We are reverberate
Through all of time
Reflecting
We





Obviously it is the way my mind is constructed too.