and it was today
not knowing its meaning
not knowing why
i know that i love you.
that nothing remains
in this nomad’s world
for hands to behold
but the fleeting whispers
through eyes spent
desiccant.
i watch
immured in solitude
when laymen’s hours prohibit
with all they dared to disregard.
i struggle to make out a face
its features framed of faint obscure
ne’er could i mistake
that feeling
the comfort of your company
forever, it resides within me.
with naught but useless
power of flesh
i flounder in this hopeless muster
holding onto dust
the taste of rust upon my quivered lip
all that i do humbly ask
would you now hear this utterance
“just one simple sentiment, i miss you.”.
through these memories, i bleed
into somatic nights of static
’til our stars again align
go now
ravage every sky
that stings with freedom
whence sought of your heart’s requite
[image credit: Sadanobu Hasegawa IV]




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The passion in all the words are so strong one feels them.
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So much passion, you reach out and touch those that read this. Love the image so much. Reblogging you, again if you don’t mind.
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I liked this very much
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