Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
~John Keats
As though the gaze is apparent,
my mind suddenly drifts oft to
a void of no names...
of no faces...
of no sounds...
just the visual aspects
could be seen and felt
freely
-But I want to sense it all
Crushed petals lie in wake
of what deemed to be temptation's
intoxication, yet looking back again,
something profound and even more
thought provoking had struck its
melancholy chord deep within
Although with eyes closed,
the pressure to guide all of my
sense become overwhelming...but
nevertheless, the ease of whispered
promises kept their dewy grasp upon
the soul itself
Suddenly, without so much as a
thought to think of, I soon realized
that now I can hear these sounds...
can place an image on those faces,
can finally no longer consider this
place a void. and finally...
...I'm able to produce
all of the senses and still
don't have to look at the visual
aspects
Author notes
Written December 6th, 2005
