XXVII

XXVII

Friday, November 22, 2013

φάσμα (IV)

Why do I feel like I know you?
Like I belonged to you all these years
Safe at home, yet haunted feeling 
Exists solely 
Always with me...
Can I not be inspired anymore...
By the gifts you gave?
By the innocence of a child
Reading far to much into death. 

Does the passion only rest
On the pain of existence? 
The life in open arms...
Can't hold any tighter
I can't breathe any less... 

Slowly my pulse reverts this fear 
Into the trees.... 
Off the tracks 
Through the wind of a passing train 

Only distances... 

Great heights 
And breath in water 
Instead of air... 

Why do I feel like I know you?
Like I belonged to you all these years

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