Into the morning I rise,
with but my shadow once more to greet.
Once again I search this sleepy mind for thought, and then again for hope of finding my hearts destiny this day;
for to experience that blessing of life I know not.
Driven now by a newfound force within me, my every thought is of the touching, feeling, and always needing, of a certain woman…..yet unfound.
With her will come the key that unlocks me; releasing that which my youth has deprived, and revealing that which is hidden deep within this entity of man.
Into the day I search; unending in my quest of her finding, for she will know the answer to my longing question, and share the solution to this lonely hearts equation.
Into the crowds I stare; wishing, wanting, always hunting, to find, `her', of my hearts perfect circle,
and,`she', who would cycle my life forevermore with endless joy.
But a fantasy, I envision her in dream;
she's an endless flowing stream, of loves waters that forever flow and fill my life.
Into the evening I venture; with desire driving deed, to free my lonely seed, to find the love I need, and complete me as a man.
For every one, there is another who awaits their finding, and should she take my life to find, I shall forever search the halls of time; yes, I will join her heart with mine, just given one more day.
Into the night I seek; for now her dream has awakened my drive, and my desire has given her substance.
As I search among the shadowed faces, that congregate in lonely places,
that leave behind loves hopeful traces, again....I fear the morning.
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Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on July 19, 2003
This is very nice and I must agree with Elizabeth! :O)
~Nikki~
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Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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