When I feel deeply and truly realize something, I am finding myself writing poetry. I have never written a poem before. Here's my first, in moments of truly feeling and being ...
Longing
My heartbeat, it has a pace,
It is longing to see the face,
For tis' been twelve hours and some more,
Since I saw the one I adore.
The longing, it clouds the soul,
Blinds the heart like the eye,
A flood of tears drowns my lashes,
As the yearning turns to maddening sorrow.
A gentle smile, a loving kiss,
From the one will bring me joy.
But such joy is bitter sweet,
For it leaves me wanting more and more.
Seeing this, the self is pauses,
Turns a mirror unto itself,
The veil of longing lifts from the soul,
And takes with it the weakening sorrow.
I stare myself and my longing,
I see a way to love and be,
Not for longing, but for loving,
Alas I breathe a breath so free.
- anoo (Jan 23, 2004)
I always thought of the way you want to live, and I feel you are in surch of your self throught your life.
and so look for some thing gives you a feel that by doing ""this"" YOu accept that this me. Mould yourself to what you can call ANOO.
NOT FOR LOGING, BUT FOR LOVING, ALAS I BREATHE A BREATH SO FREE.
BABA
Posted by: Baba | February 17, 2005 at 07:48 PM