The poet

Poetry dark mystery

poetry the poet

Is waiting for something a breakthrough or a process, or a long period of not wanting it anymore, the chances of waiting on something greater?
I dreamed of someone, but it never came true. Was it only a fantasy of what I desire, or a theory I made up?
As much as I dreamed day by day, I don't remember the place.
Is it all a saint?
Are there things to uncover?
I'm blinded by the sight, nowhere to think.
Am I lost in a dream? Was it only in my head?

These doors that never open to my mind, is it another door that is closed? Rarely a feeling I can't seem to break down. Will it last for all eternity or be temporary?
The connection

This feeling of some sort is everything connected by a string to pull every question together. Is it made to be separated for it to grow in a better shape? Is it a force to rejoice together in perfect timing, or for it to deploy the process for the time being?Never thought of strings full timing.
person to rejoice with their timing
Is the time a while to bring force together?
Or is it only a temporary feeling that goes away until the forces meet again? rain Somehow connects feeling in that way of feeling how close your person is, of how close and how far each other's presences are. I never really saw it that view, wondering if it was true.
Dancing in the rain is like a rebirth of everything that has its difference; healing or procession through stages is how I see within it.

Dancing it off like a new day or a new view.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

I think it's lovely. Too many words but, maybe that's why it's lovely?