Existence

It’s queer: finding an unknown truth

Like when one’s attention is stolen

Only becoming lost within its presence

Now, often, I find myself- there, here

Sitting alone, amongst flickering stars

In that unadulterated silky silence

Like a snowflake slowly falling

Upon the surface of perpetual fringes

Of the sun, moon but mostly you

Knowing our only owned connection

Is our naked emotion, of… love

 

Poet of the Light © 2018

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