Who are you?
My spirit feels
Your presence,
Yet I see no face,
Nor coming grace
Nor soul of lace,
Yet, feelings race
And I think I know you
From some distant place,
Where Souls sometimes meet
As hearts beat, at a faster pace,
Coming together,
Even without ever,
Being, face to face.
The great mystery indeed. The soul comprehends where the mind gropes. Beautiful poem.
You are a gifted soul and poet yourself, Smokey. And remember, where there is smoke there is fire And you Smokey have the right kind of poetic fire. Thank you for your kind words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sandra, I love your Poet's Notes about this gem of a poem. I can totally relate to it. Throughout my life, I've had some similar experiences. And they turned out to be very enlightening! Thank you so much for sharing this one.