Detached from ripples swaying
in the harmonious space of self.
Tasting the quiet, with only
an inaudible sense of deferential
nothing. I tiptoe fondly
into the gardens where
grows the leaves
of other times.
Like a lullaby without words,
I'm taken here and there,
in many and all kinds of
situations. Teasing
sighs from benign
retrospective
endearments
insist on
understanding.
"Wrap me in your arms,
oh delicious memories",
This I proclaim in
honest wonder.
Every second lived
is one more step
in strong direction.
Familiar guises
prodding and guiding
the footsteps
of release.
I am concerned
only with empty
pockets and lint
left like
photographs
of times both
then and now.
So to new days
and impressive
meanderings
do I linger,
ever glad.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 4:49 PM UTC
Detached from ripples swaying
in the harmonious space of self.
Tasting the quiet, with only
an inaudible sense of deferential
nothing. I tiptoe fondly
into the gardens where
grows the leaves
of other times.
Like a lullaby without words,
I'm taken here and there,
in many and all kinds of
situations. Teasing
sighs from benign
retrospective
endearments
insist on
understanding.
"Wrap me in your arms,
oh delicious memories",
This I proclaim in
honest wonder.
Every second lived
is one more step
in strong direction.
Familiar guises
prodding and guiding
the footsteps
of release.
I am concerned
only with empty
pockets and lint
left like
photographs
of times both
then and now.
So to new days
and impressive
meanderings
do I linger,
ever glad.
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