Winds of ....
I am on the stone standing with folks all 'round..Still with thoughts in mind things are still on the ground
I don't belong there nor do I belong here..
Dazed and confused I stand still to my feelings for they ain't clear
So its too far a dream but I still love to dream..
I might be here but inside gone is what it might seem
Carry on running is the pain in my feet..
But fallin' in an abyss is far from offbeat
Blues in brights is what I wonder with a sigh..
The mystery of love is revealed with a glimpse of an eye
The empty handed lover on the fence is thinkin' about love with a wink..
Far from reality does he know how dry is the ink
For in the hidden clouds is a breeze of reality..
Hands holding hearts or sins try to cheat so gently
I've seen them all and its time to open the lid..
Reality is what I awake to and my heart I forbid.
Ray Gonsalves
Poetry by Ray Gonsalves
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2009-06-05 at 20:16
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