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Click hereTo my soul
you are like water
from thundering heavens
I don't mistrust.
And yet
for months you are gone
and I walk the desert
in search.
To my eyes
you are an oasis.
Where camels gather
and date palms grow.
And yet,
you are just
a swarm of locusts.
Wandering, never to stay.
Sometimes
my cadaver,
dry as paper,
points to sky in hope.
For it sees
in passing clouds
faces, smiles,
and wonders if it's you.
- COMMENTS
sandspikealmost 20 years agoand deep like a fine drink of the good stuff. I like this
poem and imagery very much.
SavgeWolfalmost 20 years agoI read your words as well as felt them. There really isn't anything you can count on as true but nature. Camels in the desert...thunderstorm from heaven...we are all on a long search, travel, all we can ever know to be true is nature and ourselves. Kudos Sophia...I love your work. It's innocent with observations, yet knowing.
jthserraalmost 20 years agolife so woven with his presence, ultimately death in his absence. And yet a look to the sky searching. nicely done.
jim : )
