my eyes deceive me
in transition
trying to decipher
rights of passage
daunted by arcane images
metamorphosing before me
eerie voices sounding like a monks lament
seduce my confused senses
how often you have burned me
like a lambent flame
is this self delusion, or is it really an
apparition obstructing my way
etw
Lovely write. Very deep!
Love,
Becca~
Your pens are simply magnificent!!
Hugs,
Lance
apparition obstructing my way"
Is there a real difference? Still something to be dealt with, on any level.
Walt
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Georg
Love,Christine
Sandie Angel :o)
Recognition. . . . .
Yet staying in transition. . . . .
A crossroad?
Destination. . . . . .
Or fustration. . . .because of hesitation.
I felt uncertainity in this poem.
Doug
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D X0X0X0