Can I see your thoughts? Like lines of a poem waving in the air above your handsome head?
Can I find your words for you? And write them on my forehead so I don’t forget them?
Make my eyes a journal. Draw in them, your castles in the air.
I seek truth in your paintings.
I dive into your zeal.
How is it Sir, that you stir in me, a clarity?
How is it that all this time, before we came to be, I was so veiled?
A stranger and a vagabond, baring no ties to a certain this or that.
Will you hop the trains with me? Will you throw a pack on your back and in kindred soul, wade through the thick of this magnificently heroic globe?
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Author:
Leya Virago (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 26th, 2018 22:38
- Comment from author about the poem: Just a poem of questions.
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Comments2
Wow..... wonderful questions and vision.
Well thanks so much!
Credits to the movie "Alice in Wonderland" Directed by Tim Burton, for that last line. "Magnificently heroic globe" I have always been in love with that phrase ever since I heard it.
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