Tuesday, February 17, 2009

[Poem] Lingering Presence.

Although the sun rose,
The night went on.
The closer we got,
The deeper we fell.

The scent still lingers,
The eyes still look,
The scent being smelt,
The smiles being watched after.

To be blind, is a blessing.
To know who is around you, is a talent.
Unmistakably, with your touch,
I know you're here.

You are far,
But your presence feels near.
Like a praying monk in a temple,
I'll be the man that stayed still.

.. The man who can't be moved.

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