Friday, April 3, 2015

Where?

Where?
Where are you?
That no word reaches
through these winds
riding roaring waves
over the rivers of time
tracing silver lining
of the shining moon
along the flickering
light of distant stars
till my eyes can see
that the place, earth's
fragrance, can exist

How?
How far are you?
that light can hide you
and dark takes over
my sight still betrays
my voice turns faint,
echoes, and goes silent
that air is now dry
and clouds do not know
how do you look
and the breath asks
for whom you breathe 

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