the beautiful
simplicity
of swirling skies
and pretty tea
,
the unparalleled
complexity
of human minds
and what they dream
,
the dizzying
infinity
of both in time
and history

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I miss you but I don't know who you are
Want to touch you but you're just so very far

You visit my dreams but we've never even met
It's where I always tell you how much we could have meant

Imagining your scent I close my eyes and slowly inhale
Fantasising of the sunset into which we could sail

The taste of your lips is a memory I'm waiting to have
Yet all the time wishing it's one I'd already had

Will your embrace, I wonder, ever be mine to steal?
Feeling your warmth, mending this heart that needs to heal

I'll hold this dream in my mind so tight and so very close
One day maybe you'll come true! I'll pray, and who knows?


~


Something is missing from deep inside but will I ever know?
Tell me where you are and to this place I will surely go

Within my dreams there's a place that feels so very real
A gentle voice in the beautiful distance mirrors the way I feel

The scent of Jasmine reminds me of a face I've never met
My heart remains loyal and my mind is already set

Full lips, I imagine, leaving 'lust' as a subtle taste
I reach out to caress you but lose the memory of your face

It's like you've already held me but left the imprint on my heart
I would readily begin searching if I knew just where to start

This fantasy, visiting only at night, will stay with me 'til death
and when I leave this earth, your name will fall upon my fragile breath

Take a deep breath
And close your eyes
Images comes rushing
You thought may have faded
From the memory
Yet, they now come back
Where had they been?
Hiding, when the eyes were open
Now in silence
You start reliving those events
You were a part of
Marred with sadness or
Joyous moments you cherished
Take a long breath
You are overwhelmed
With the rush of images
So profound
Yet, you were not aware
With eyes open
But they had been locked away
And closing your eyes
You looked inward
Unlocking the secret vault
It’s quite a time
When the mind goes berserk
Creating a turmoil
In the usual life of yours
A small storm
Which rocked the boat
Images are profound

One
word
of
eloquence
charmed
the
heart

The upheavals
Inside me
Hold hands
Of words
And flow
With vigor
The pen
Breaks barriers
Between me
And paper
My feelings
Writ on paper
I lose a
Part of me