in my mind

A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?

-in my mind

Friday, May 22, 2009

Nipep

Sea sick to the water that will bring me home,
sick until the water is gone and you are my sand,
sinking to every step,
but I know you will not let the world swallow me,
and so you appear from my shadow
to be real in my dreams.

I feel the waves part from my feet 
they touch yours before saying goodbye,
and then return moments later.
They hold joy in their playfulness,
full of cheer as they tickle our feet,
like small children demanding to play.
They seem sad to always go,
but at their return you see they have aged
for each tide is another day.

Bare feet, holdings hands,
you and I, on the sand
under the moonlight were it is light as day,
your smile awaken me from my tire lid
should we roam in the playful beach?
or should we sit and admire Andromeda and Perseus?
Their reflection on the water as if hand reach away,


Do you need rescue from the tiring world?
Should I be a slayer to death in the meaning of life?
Should I preserve you from the years later to come?
Or will it be you that rescues I?







© EOU 2008



For: VP (Butterfly of Venus)

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Some stories are fabricated, some stories are imaginative, some stories are not your own, and some are factual, but all are stories that is an individuals and he must share so that he feels the world part of him, not just him part of the world