Spirals
How long will it go round my mind -
Search here and there,
and not find...
Empty rooms hold no promises
and no lies.
No deception in innocent silence,
No silent tears seen in turned-away eyes.
Always was I looking
In places too high to reach,
Stars unseen, too far in the Heavens,
While I'm lost in the grains on the Beach.
Waves come washing,
uncounted, Seasons pass, and go,
like Butterflies kissing one's shoulders...
Summer's Flight of Pure Fancy
Seems All Lifetimes' Love of the Soul.
7th August 2010
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