But I know
The city around me.
Another Café.
Another cuppa.
Tall, soy, decaff.
My Life.
Repeating the same track.
Silently running the motions,
Covering all chasms below,
The dreams and emotions
I’m too in awe to show.
Did I see heaven;
That incredible sight?
Or was it a day dream;
That glorious light?
A surreal experience
I felt unfold
Engulfing my soul
I Know;
But, in reality;
Nothing says: Sold!
So my imagination,
My gut, my heart,
Hold the intangible
That fact tears apart.
Why is my heart so loud?
Why am I still dreaming?
Why am I still thinking: I Know;
When all the evidence says:
Stop believing. Let go.
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