riffle through
ripples flew
gleaming crests
sifting torrents
liquid glass
insipid flask
rumble chaos
And alas, serenity begone.
Deep beneath lies
Unknown's pond.
See what can't be
Feel what shouldn't be
Taste what couldn't be
Hear what won't be
And know what will never be
A congruence with what reflects the light
And what light cannot reach
~•~
How do we know when we truly know a person? Is it based on the emotions they show us? The words they tell us? The touches they make us feel? Or the sweetness of their presence?
Maybe it's their deepest secrets, darkest desires, the ones that scurry furtively in the shadows of their soul.
So which one holds the true person? Or is there even a true person?
I wonder.
-Darkcueink(9/06/19)
