At the hour of dawn, I awake from my rest
And turn to listen to your every behest
Twas you that enlightened my dreams
Twas me that read between the seams
An idea and a thought stirred
The divine call rang out to be heard
I took my first step spinning reflection into action
I reached out my hand and insisted in your interaction
You asked me to take heed and in the sweetest of tone
You assured me to proceed and that I'd never be alone
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ReplyDeleteI really loved this poem! Beautiful, beautiful. Thanks (Benjamin)
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ReplyDeleteWhat are you doing here?
ReplyDeleteWhat do you want?
Is it music?
We can play music.
But you want more.
You want something & someone new.
Am I right?
Of course I am.
You want ecstasy
Desire & dreams.
Things not exactly what they seem.
I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.
I'm talking to you, my self.
Let's recreate the world.
The palace of conception is burning.
sameer