Is It Poetry
How much longer must I be, I am?
How much longer sleeping in the open?
And Father why I am.
I am you, I am he, to you I am she.
To blind to see tears, raining down
and much I am to one and much.
I am waiting, looking up forever up
into the blinding white pure light.
Some can not speak the truth of you.
Distortions of the fading night,
I am the darkness some have
never left behind you, yet I am.
I am here.
Sometimes I am there,
where none but I can always be.
Yet with you how could I?
And I am always where?
Of you and why I am.
And you are by me thus.
A flower never picked.
Even though I am for you,
What I see forever see.
I am with you and when you'r sleeping.
And with you still I am.
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