Something of a love poem, something of a musing.


Universal

The new world,
the same world.
The old worldó
a new skin.
An old friend,
remembered friend...
A new friend,
my own kin.

So I can't help myself but ask,
as the worlds start to pass,
have I found her now, at last?

It's all the same as 'twas before.
A world lost, a world restored.
It all becomes now, even more:
the old days.

No matter how often, no matter to where,
we live in the ground, and live in the air,
The same things here as everywhere:
the old ways.

So I can't help myself but ask,
as the worlds start to pass,
have I found her now, at last?

As much as I try, I cannot find
the one I seem to've left behind.
Perhaps the world I have found
is not the one I knew back then...
When she and I lay on the ground
and talk and dream of where and when...
the old days.

And now... and now I have to know,
as the worlds ebb and flow,
does she really have to go?




Poetry by Wehpudicabok
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Written on 2006-08-16 at 21:55

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Coolaaron88
"Oh it's one of thoes stories with the double meaning... I get it." -Foamy

I loved it, keep it up. : )

~Coolaaron
2006-08-17