i can feel it.....hope u too.

echos of the haunted heart.


The wind brushed my hair gently,
slowly i closed my eyes and surrendered,
to what seems another unfaithful dream,
feeling your touch across as the twigs fly by,
intoxication of the nothingness as essence around,
eyes wont open as memory starts playing its own tune,
the ashes of past seducing me,spell bound i stand.
imagining an ocean of joy flowing through barrens of the heart,
perplexed i stand,all desires slain and dead.
feeling the unexplained growing inside of me.

hallucination, people might say,
but perhaps i m better only that way.

Copyrightę: Sarvesh

Poetry by Sarvesh
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Written on 2006-10-16 at 20:06

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
The mind can be its own drug. This is wonderful.

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
this is a great piece. you created such a scene, a mood. The imagery is vivid. welcome to the Bay. : ) kathy