The first of the waking hours
When in my own company, I sit
Often, slipping into a silent zone, where I'm hit
By a whiff of you...sometimes, only the slightest bit
A rush of emotions, so strong
Fountains from the deepest part of me
Rising above, swirling within and without
Encircling me, drowning me, breaking me
I give in, drenching my lashes
Bit by bit, tearing my shield apart
Wanting to hush my mind
Wanting to listen to my heart
A trickling emptiness leaves me helpless
In quest for that embrace, so pure
That I once experienced, even if, only for a moment,
For long, lingered a feeling, that made me secure
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