Rhythm

Yorke

I am naked of you,

once again, unclothed by love.

Unfurnished;

I know everything of nothing.

 

 

In sympathy of tears,

this air gives up its water;

hydrogen

separates from oxygen.

 

 

 Locked in these cycles

we hold our own truth.

Pulsating,

we pass through aeons.

 

  • Author: Yorke (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 1st, 2016 11:43
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  • willyweed

    clever piece you pen well done. ww

    • Yorke

      Thank you kindly.

    • LIGHT WARRIOR

      nicely written...enjoyed

      • Yorke

        Thank you very much

      • Tony36

        Great write

        • Yorke

          Thank you for your kind words.

          • Tony36

            Welcome

          • Augustus

            This is very special poetry and a tribute to (if I'm understanding the poet) to unending love.

            • Yorke

              It is unending love. Since energy can be neither created nor destroyed this means whatever molecules or matter creates us must have existed for all time, reforming and recreating itself. If we think of our love as an energy we can imagine that all love still exists and who knows how many times love has found its love again. Or something ? Thank you very much 😁



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