Sunday, January 11, 2009

“Losing Myself”

I know not. I do not know.
I am confused, I’m a walking sorrow.
Ask me no questions, let me be for now,
No questions, please, no raising brows.

I am lost. I don’t wish to be found.
Where am I – you’d better don’t ask,
I could be in that snowy cloud
Or melted in a supermarket’s isles.

I know, I am there, somewhere,
Counting snowflakes and losing count,
Moving fog with my cold hands
Away from my face and my mind…

You could have your own idea,
Where those who’s lost might be.
Give me a sign, let me hear it,
I wish to be found by thee…
January 11, 2009

2 comments:

Invinsible Black River... said...

Thanks very much for this and I'll be back for more.

Mystic Sight said...

interesting....