The crimson of the sun,
The rise of the water,
The fall of the waves,
The crash against the shore.
There is something
I can't point out
But a fantasy or reality,
I have never found.
It takes me to a place,
I don't recognise,
A glimpse of my past or future
A glimpse of what rests in my soul
A feeling of peace that washes over me,
A place where I lose myself,
Beneath the orange waning sky
A place where there is no one,
Just me and what surrounds me
No one to call, No one to reply,
Only,
My silence to answer.
YOU ARE READING
I Feel
PoetryWhen you manange to converse with yourself, you spin a poetry. When you understand how to reflect yourself, you become a poet. Sneak Peek: 'So look into my eyes, And tell me where my soul is Maybe they will betray it to you, Because they no longer d...
