Open…
It’s going to take me time to sit down and admit what I didn’t want
searching the myriads of moments that have created the only one that
is immaculate to the nature of the way
things are and will always be
I don’t want to exist in fear of what is
living in me directing to the only way that can commit me to believing
in something that is
fondling the only thing sensing my tones of thought
caressing my dignity to find
the sought moisture of sentiments
shining in the window
believing is seeing
in me…
April 6, 2009 at 1:10 PM
Juiced again! Ahhhhhhh
Now….get yourself a geetar!
-steve
April 6, 2009 at 4:05 PM
I need one, don’t I? π
April 7, 2009 at 12:35 PM
I like the fondling part…
April 7, 2009 at 8:33 PM
You always love that part, Far.
April 15, 2009 at 9:54 AM
I feel sad. I miss you.
guess its a successful poem, huh!
April is National Poetry Month.
I want to publish you!!
April 26, 2009 at 9:18 PM
Very well written, evokes a mood.
April 30, 2009 at 10:28 PM
Thank you. π