A la tendresse de la lune,
J’entrelacerai tes doigts dans les miens
Afin de mieux sentir résonner
La fréquence de ton âme.
A la tendresse de la lune,
J’entrelacerai tes doigts dans les miens
Afin de mieux sentir résonner
La fréquence de ton âme.
Occasionally when floating on my boat of dreams,
I become aware of the nebulous sea of regret rippling under my vessel.
Am I living in a constant state of denial,
Or am I simply appreciative of better times?
Occasionally my smile crisps itself into a stone line,
And my thoughts race back to another side of my mortal reality.
Am I just another memory to one of my memories,
Or am I flesh and bone that can be touched?
Occasionally I hear the pitter patter of the rain on a tin roof,
And it brings me back to a long ago place I once knew.
Am I sure the sensory appreciation is real,
Or am I simply a projection of a non-existent former self?
Occasionally I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders,
And it seeps down into my hidden soul.
Am I truly awake and aware of my existence,
Or am I merely dreaming…
Poem written in 2015.
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