SuziCate's Musings

Archive for August, 2015

Exist

I am the rising dawn Emerging and exposing One thread of life at a stretch Towers of time through which I filter Newly dewed grass on which I settle Do you see what I really am Or the afterglow of what I was? Am I but the invisible air From which all life thrives?

I am the rising dawn
Emerging and exposing
One thread of life at a stretch
Towers of time through which I filter
Newly dewed grass on which I settle
Do you see what I really am
Or the afterglow of what I was?
Am I but the invisible air
From which all life thrives?

Gone

Time begins to rust through broken windows and dreams of forgotten things.

Time begins to rust
through broken windows and dreams
of forgotten things.

Beyond

In all the days

I could not be

I did not realize

when living in a haze

my spirit will not free

therefore, my mind tells lies.

Beyond a mind that strays

I find the heart of me

who both laughs and cries.

In all the ways

I cannot see

I’ve found my heart has eyes.

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