My ramblings....

Still

I lay in a fevered state
The unusual absence of blankets and an irregular heartbeat
I'm trying to measure with my fingers but I think I'm getting the pulse confused

I wish I could be there when I want
Soft rain and cool wind, muffled noises or empty air
Moonlight, dusk, morning.
Somewhere hushed and dim

I am sent back to ten billion places with the senses on my head

An unaccustomed ache has grown inside my chest
On occasion, it is not only around the world where I am drawn
But wherever you are

I feel as though I fall very short, very often
Though this is not a new sensation, the need to atone has become dire
And I pray that some directing hand is on this because without it I would lose quickly the way

My pulse is once again patterned and I refuse myself to think
But still, I would like to go there

posted by Unknown @ 12:04 AM