What is this mystery that consumes me?
I hardly know my own thoughts
Everything I thought I knew
I never knew at all
Blindsided by this other entity
Who lives and breathes my very life
I am no longer one person
I am no one without this other
Once I thought I owned the world
I was the author of my existence
Now I want to own nothing
But that space inside your soul
I cannot breathe without your breath
I cannot think without your thoughts
No longer do I occupy my own space
Because you're ever in it!
I am filled with the magic of you
I am humbled by the depth of your love
A shooting star fallen to earth
And into my heart.
Its ironic, I know, but the ability to describe the mystery in this way, makes it disolve into the words on the page. Great write. Linda Danny
No enigma, Linda. The realisation of the poet residing in your soul merely requiring an awakening to whom you are referring or perhaps an outside individual who arrived on the scene to spark that aspect within you? No matter how interpreted, an intelligent, and edifying piece of poetry. Greg
Very good poem this one Linda heaps of thought went into this, excellent work
But surely Linda, he is the very spark that allows you to know yourself - there's no mystery about that. This is a beautifully crafted poem about love and wonder and the exquisite privilege of feeling the tenderness of togetherness. Glorious poetry. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Very good write Linda! And a pleasure to read thank you! *10*! ! Friend Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good imagery lol