How could you ever know me,
Fully, truly, inside and out?
I have not met myself,
More than once in this life.
But it is you, who claims
To be beyond the definition
Of godly omniscience, and say
That you are in fact my god.
But my only gods are the trees,
And your soul is not so pure.
Let us sit here in meditation,
Slipping into the beginning of time,
It is there you will find me,
And where we will meet
For the first and last time.
omniscience, and say That you are in fact my god. But my only gods are the trees, And your soul is not so pure. Well done once again.....great concepts
very profoundly written, really liked this one..as usual u put across a good thought provoking read. SG xo
AGREED! ! ! ! i totally agree.... i soooo agree... there's no other way to put it! ! ! i like trees too :) (just thought i'd randomly say that) ooooh, but it's like you read me and then wrote it on paper! ! ! : O it's sooo cool (and slightly creepy, lol)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a place so few have ever been, and even fewer who remember so well to know of it. well done