I'm drifting....
I'm drifting
into a new land
filled with air
and mystical power
I float into it
feeling weightless
unaware of
my own existence
I feel like
in a dream
waiting
to wake up
Instead I go deeper
and deeper
into my slumber
I keep floating
I see a world around me
I see so much going on
Yet I remain apart
from it all
I watch it
from a distance
watching myself
as a third person
I see myself
live and die
and again
spring to life
I hear the murmurs
of mingling bodies
I feel the heat
of the undead
I reach out
and cry
I scream
into a vacuum
I lean forward
to touch
but it eludes me
It's out of reach
I see the glow
of life turn me
into a bright
shining star
I shoot into the distance
I travel far
I spread over
a vast aura
I split up
into tiny spots
rays of light
or perhaps wet drops
I pour over you
enveloping you
shielding you
from all pain
I wish you could
see me
I wish you could
touch me
But I'm invisible
I live on
around you
I dream on....
......waiting to be awakened.
into a new land
filled with air
and mystical power
I float into it
feeling weightless
unaware of
my own existence
I feel like
in a dream
waiting
to wake up
Instead I go deeper
and deeper
into my slumber
I keep floating
I see a world around me
I see so much going on
Yet I remain apart
from it all
I watch it
from a distance
watching myself
as a third person
I see myself
live and die
and again
spring to life
I hear the murmurs
of mingling bodies
I feel the heat
of the undead
I reach out
and cry
I scream
into a vacuum
I lean forward
to touch
but it eludes me
It's out of reach
I see the glow
of life turn me
into a bright
shining star
I shoot into the distance
I travel far
I spread over
a vast aura
I split up
into tiny spots
rays of light
or perhaps wet drops
I pour over you
enveloping you
shielding you
from all pain
I wish you could
see me
I wish you could
touch me
But I'm invisible
I live on
around you
I dream on....
......waiting to be awakened.
5 Comments:
Hawwwwwww!!!
I liked this. It says a lot :-)
Who is this crazy person using my name at the first comment.
Very soft and light poetry, difficult for the crude to understand.
I can close my eyes and can see myself floating over the buildings and streets around my home. It feels so real until I wake up.
I miss your posting Munira.
Thanks, Deewani :-)
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