Sylvie, I am alone here
doing nothing, except
thinking about you,
in a meditative trance.
It's a beautiful feeling Sylvie
strange, I don't miss you,even!
I imagine you as an awakening flower
of changing colors and petals
You are in a whirl of realization.
Then a lone tree you are,
near a vast,waveless lake
what an intriguing koan,
to churn my inner sea.
You're nowa drifting white cloud
all through the kaleidoscopic shifts
I forget to think,what would I be
in relation with your whims,spectacular
Beyond apparitions, I search for meaning
that eludes, as it is fathomless
I hear the song of the lonely star, so near
and realize,"I am the light of the burning star"
Sylvie, I can't remember
neither you nor me exactly
or the distant star that sings
a song in the tunes of light years
You were from the forest, Sylvie
I used to be the mountain wind
that once caressed the forest trees.
Sylvie, we are one; the imagination
of the waves of light, beyond time.
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 11:31 AM UTC
Sylvie, I am alone here
doing nothing, except
thinking about you,
in a meditative trance.
It's a beautiful feeling Sylvie
strange, I don't miss you,even!
I imagine you as an awakening flower
of changing colors and petals
You are in a whirl of realization.
Then a lone tree you are,
near a vast,waveless lake
what an intriguing koan,
to churn my inner sea.
You're nowa drifting white cloud
all through the kaleidoscopic shifts
I forget to think,what would I be
in relation with your whims,spectacular
Beyond apparitions, I search for meaning
that eludes, as it is fathomless
I hear the song of the lonely star, so near
and realize,"I am the light of the burning star"
Sylvie, I can't remember
neither you nor me exactly
or the distant star that sings
a song in the tunes of light years
You were from the forest, Sylvie
I used to be the mountain wind
that once caressed the forest trees.
Sylvie, we are one; the imagination
of the waves of light, beyond time.
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