she comes to me untarnished lacking nothing when she turned away looking back she is a pillar of salt nothing could be said
she comes to me totally unread poets marvel at the spectacle lacking nothing emoting everything humanity evolves into a fiery ball it revolts the spheres
she comes to me universally free lacking nothing linear in motion infinity prolonged time has no bounds the sun is a circle only the light brightens the abyss she is a pillar of salt
waves of sand wash over me leaving poets to debate don’t look back?
Oooo... this has that je ne sais quoi, Dale... perhaps it's ME that je ne sais pas??!! But the mystery is intense and puts me in mind of those who travel the linear path, forging ahead without looking back, always moving on to bless the next person down the road... I live in a city in the West Country that has the nickname "The Graveyard of Ambition"... coming here, no-one seems to want to be anywhere else. THAT's why I feel that this anointed persona hasn't to look back... her mission is to keep moving forwards and ours is to look and wonder about such a timeless enigma... but never to regret her passing through and passing on... Makes me think of Oasis: "Today's gonna be the day that it all goes comin back to you... and all the roads we have to walk are winding... and all the ways that lead us there are blinding"... Whatever... this write is certainly leading us... somewhere musical and spiritual this evening!! :)) TY Kate xx
Dale
Reminded me of an old REM song Out of Time !..." You come to me with a bone in your hand
You come to me with your hair curled tight
You come to me with positions
You come to me with excuses
Ducked out in a row
You wear me out "
Peter
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Love,
Eileen
leaving poets to debate
don’t look back?
Powerful lines!!
Love Tinky
Reindeer
Reminded me of an old REM song Out of Time !..." You come to me with a bone in your hand
You come to me with your hair curled tight
You come to me with positions
You come to me with excuses
Ducked out in a row
You wear me out "
Peter