Κυριακή, 19 Μαρτίου 2017

19/03/2017

Waves travel from one source to the next
Bending through crevices, smiles, the humidity and rain
Only to bring news of the
Aftermath

The present is ever-lasting but never returns
The fingers on your hips will cripple;
Impulses will send the message for
Decipherment
Until it, too, will become a vivid, ever-lasting
Memory of
Momentary bliss.
You were there
And so was she.
It was not a hallucination.
You felt her, breathed in her existence
Caressed her cheek
Brushed your lips against hers in place of
Words.

You are not young in your youth if you
Condescend your present
You are not living while
Yearning for false hopes of your future
You are not grasping your potential
When you long for repetition of your past.

Catharsis will, too, come in waves.
One must be open to feel it.
One must be humble to understand it.
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