*" I would like to be
the air that inhabits
you for a moment only.
I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary"*
**Variations on Sleep
Margeret Atwood**
to be inhaled
into your essence
to become your
breath in this world
to inhabit the marrow
of your soul
is but a dream
for we are,
different components
different aspects
needed to compliment
needed to inspire
the pthers aspirations
needed to question
the motive
to mobilise the heart
to gain forward momentum
we do not subsume each other...
we are become,
to one another
catalysts
gunpowder and fuse
lit.....to make the world explode...
we are not each others breath....
but,
we are each others,
reason
to breathe...
What do you dream of
my love...
I watch you twitch and murmur....
are you a big brave hunter....
or something less ferocious...
tis no matter to me....
i love you and if you could walk me dreams with me
you would know that there
you are a gentle hero
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
*" I would like to be
the air that inhabits
you for a moment only.
I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary"*
**Variations on Sleep
Margeret Atwood**
to be inhaled
into your essence
to become your
breath in this world
to inhabit the marrow
of your soul
is but a dream
for we are,
different components
different aspects
needed to compliment
needed to inspire
the pthers aspirations
needed to question
the motive
to mobilise the heart
to gain forward momentum
we do not subsume each other...
we are become,
to one another
catalysts
gunpowder and fuse
lit.....to make the world explode...
we are not each others breath....
but,
we are each others,
reason
to breathe...
What do you dream of
my love...
I watch you twitch and murmur....
are you a big brave hunter....
or something less ferocious...
tis no matter to me....
i love you and if you could walk me dreams with me
you would know that there
you are a gentle hero
it is my belief that poetry
should make you feel....and think... birthing new understanding of oneself and ones surrounding...
these then are some of the thoughts that become progeny of this snippet of Margeret Atwoods work.
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