There is that hidden thing, can you feel it ? Yet feel is not the right word, no, can you see it?. No, that’s not the right word either. There is a thing, a known thing, yet known without a formed and proven emotion. It sits not in your gut, it cannot be grasped, it cannot be curtailed, it cannot be saved. What is this hidden most elusive thing?
It is a hope, a dream an imagination and it could not be formed unless you chose it so ! Search forever, you search in vain.
I WALK ALONE
by justme
I walk alone
A slow enduring walk
I lift my head to look around
Food for life I need
Slowly, delicately, no talk.
Hide me, don’t notice me
I shake my head
Is this my life?
No one to help
Who am I ?
I want to break free
I want to be me
Let me be alive
Please, no more I strive
Is this who I am?
Oh life what are you ?
Who am I ?
What do I belong too?
Then with glimpse I see
Old falls away
What is this fantastic dress?
Not mine, not yours
Who am I ?
Coloured beauty ecstasy
Who is this?
Or why ?
I know not why
But with everything I spread wide
To seek the source
Now a butterfly I
∞
Credits: poem © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved
COME SING WITH ME
by justme
Come sing with me, oh choir of man for knaves and kings and precious things
You have not known or understand. Come dance with me, oh child of God
For her and he and all things free, while you still move above the sod
Come lie with me, oh queen of life, for want and will and endless still
That knows not of the human strife, come pray with me, oh spirit child
For tower and tree and bird and bee, that knows there is no wild
Come sleep with me, oh prince of peace, for dark to day and to find a way
That knows all tongue will rest and cease,
Come home with me,
O blessed might
For touch and time, and your life sublime,
that knows you are my loving light
Your now with me, oh spirit man, destiny unfold the master plan
You arrived back home from where you came.
Despite you playing, the human game.
Rest now, all is well….. ∞
Credit: poem© justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved
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