there's nothing
and nothing
and still nothing
but a feeling
a longing for a connection
for a connection to a soul of fire and ice
a soul of endless joy and fascination
a soul of magnanamous regard with cute pointy eyes
somewhere this soul roams the wilderness of joy longing to share it as I do
longing as I do to share it.
longing for that same connection
a warm heart and dry, firm hands
a part of this and a piece of that
roaming in the wilderness of humanity
head above the crowds
never alone but lonely and searching
here i am
— Elaine Greywalker
2 comments:
Hey Elaine. This poem reminds me of the one you wrote in high school that I put in my English project; a book of poems. (I got an A) :)
YOU WROTE:
Full blinded by lonliness
He quests for the answer
chasing leads through all kinds
I have left a trail of smiles
he will not fail.
Do you remember that one?
I still find it enchanting.
Love, Di
Sorry, I left out some of the poem.
Here is the complete poem you wrote:
Love - 2 am -
there is half of me
somewhere
lost and confused
full blinded by lonliness
he quests for the answer
chasing leads through all kinds
i have left a trail of smiles
he will not fail.
That's it!
Di
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