An invisible river guides me
Over moss-covered stones, through darkened crevices,
Leaving me floating carelessly in daydreams
Of what could be and what cannot be…
An ocean divides us, it is true ,
But the greatest obstacle is deeper than the Atlantic,
More potent than any active volcano,
And what I desire may be an illusion, but…
Stripped bare, torn raw,
My wounded heart floats amongst the debris
Of fractured daydreams…those lost thoughts relinquished
In the late night hours, when the distance overwhelms
And the silence contains more words than can be spoken.
How can I reach out to you when you slap my hand away?
How can I let go when you are always there, the invisible guide
Touching me through the waves,
Surrounding me with the scent of desire and fear
And ancient whispers of what could be…what has been…
What will be…
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
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I salute You, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU