incognito posted by imani , Tuesday, July 28, 2009 at 4:20 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

your apparition
haunts me
and my soul cannot
escape,
my lips speak of a name
softly gliding
through my consciousness
reverberating
in the mute
chaos...
as you tame
the storms and
vanquish the
battles i have
to face
you touch my
heart like a
blossoming lotus,
but the hourglass is turning and
i cannot break it...
we do not remember days,
only moments
as i do not remember
time nor space,
i only remember you.