I live the cave life
Scribbling down hieroglyphics
Later to be found
By acetic monks
Of a new religious order
Not yet created.
I’m certain I’m fated
To remain in obscure mist
Contemplating godliness
And the rhythmic music
Of gently falling streams of tears.
Next lifetime,
I’ll paint secret code
In beautiful landscapes
Of urban failure and fear.
Someone saw me yesterday,
But I’m no longer there;
If you remove your eyes,
You will see me smiling forever
At a Buddhist shrine.
Mine eyes look for the stream of tears... Mine heart searches for the sound of thee... Mine mind wishes no more than a smile from thee... Mine is yours... Alison
A gorgeous write - I especially liked that second stanza. Hugs Anna xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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To feel 'fated to remain in obscure mist'......... I think although some people feel they are in an obscure mist and hardly noticed by the world, their light shines so brightly, the world can't help but notice their beauty. You are one of those people Uriah... a beautiful person. Love, Mary