I sat pondering on all.. But, nothing
Truly understanding the stillness of the wind,
In my silent pretense
..of sight that saw nothing for nothing and all value for something
While, reality ran a thread of thought that triggered energy to massage my mind.
I saw you...
Hidden, as a silhouette behind a fear
that walked the earth for centuries on end...
You...
'The you' who existed even before nothing existed...
You...
Forced into my space for a quiet moment with my spirit
How enchanting this experience.
Never to be told.
You... are precious to the steps that marked life
In my, stare. You exist.
In my stare as, I sit.
And you question.
You are. The mark on the wall, as I sat still
Observing nothing but everything'
Hearing all your words but, none.
For you spoke in a frequency
An utterance so sweet,
It left a taste on my tongue.
Sitting here in a space called me.
You found me and embraced me.
In and out reality.
A space called me! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Beautiful introspection elegantly brought forth from inner recesses of the heart with conviction. Lovely poem well articulated and nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing Marie and welcome to Poemhunter.