Retrace me
No need for lock and keywhere I go shadowless.
Torn into blue my shade,
mangled and frayed,
away from do and do'nt
I disobeyed.
No trace of the old house,
the winding road, the gate
I left the world you know
behind, below,
am now pure energy
in ebb and flow.
I talk to you, my voice
is close to sky and stars,
the wind, the breathing sea.
Unlock the past.
The scent of memory
will be the key.
Poetry by Scharlie Meeuws
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Written on 2007-12-29 at 22:45
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