I become a sob
facing your words
those waves of your soul
wash me away
to this deep sea of self
where we are mirrors
and mirrored in mystery
I become a gust
of wind searching
your leaves to stir
what cannot be stirred
but maybe resound
in the core of roots
I became a ghost
- haunted -
eclipsed by your moon’s shadow
- silent and stoic and gleaming -
wafting across your sea
wailing around jagged rocks
where this world is ending.
by Martin
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Wonderful and descriptive poem from Martin… Thank you for sharing :-) Have a good weekend Eclipse.. Hugs Sue
Thanks for the visit and reading Sue! Have a lovely weekend as well! Hugs back!
Very kind of you to share this, dear Sanna : )
The pleasure is mine Martin, it is an incredibly beautiful poem…( I’ve tried to add a comment on your post but as I can see it didn’t work…. ?)