For Lovers Only

For Lovers Only

Friday, 8 May 2015

A Self and Another…

A slightness,
In a way of being,
That is so delicate.
Like a flock of birds,
The thought of a feather
Falling,
Lightly supported by the wind.

I wonder if I’m in tune
To experience life intimately
Ideally
Or rather, only believe I am.

The restlessness forever a passenger
Who rides unwanted by my side.
Though, an image of my future self
With a calmness of mind
Allows another breath of thin air to coat my lungs,

Just enough to keep me alive,

Not quite enough, leaving me breathless.

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