Impossible to say that you know me.
Impossible to see what's before your heart.
You could know me inside out... outside in.
But I could never let you into this poor part.
...
The sun is amiss and cotton
brings a male
A man, a moon that constantly
plays tricks
...
Visions flash by, alive as the
trees
Of the beauty you held that
everyone sees.
...
Make it quick... Brisk.
Like a wax..
Instead you take away the fear...
The water drops.
...
Oh Miss Preacher, preach more to me.
Orate the truth of happiness and of destiny.
While you sit in a dark room with that blade in your hand.
Analysing dreams of a shiny distant land.
...
I can write the world)
Fading Echoes
Impossible to say that you know me.
Impossible to see what's before your heart.
You could know me inside out... outside in.
But I could never let you into this poor part.
The part where I idle in state
Sit by the bank drinking thirstily of fantasy
Seeing you stand there while the northern lights fade in my peripheral
You envision the delusioned gold milky way in my dark sky
This galaxy contains all but stars
My breath of polluted air... The rivers are arid... Your replenished dreams are echoing
you have already been called for breakfast
Yet you cling.
for what?
When it is the message below the hollow line you should accept.
There is no food...
There are no riches...
Love infected all but the starving hearts.
you know inside...outside in
That the reaper reigns in these poor parts.
Dear Melissa As a seafarer of 35 years n standing u r a fisherman's daughter 10/10-lovely n thanx for sharing read my ebook satbir bakshi wud luv yr comments