What are you to me?
I search and wander for this.
I feel you in the warmth of the sun
I feel you in the wetness of water
You caress in the glow of your skin
I feel you in the lightness of this air.
I see you in the azure of the winter sky
I see you in the red of the mellifluous sunset
You are the vision of my living dreams
I see you in the dark of a moonless night.
I talk to you in the voice of silence
I talk to you in the rainbow of a prism
You speak the language of my soul
I talk to you in the sound of our rhythm.
I still search and ponder
What are you to me?
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" The search for the answer is on... not so much because I need to understand you.. but because , in knowing you. i shall, perhaps, ( I feverently hope..) finally meet myself... "
From one of my older posts...
I never knew my own peculiar strain of madness could exist elsewhere... I stand corrected...
If i knew how to write half as well.. perhaps, this is what I would have said...
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