come to me,
softly babblined water-surface,
coolend in the evening-wind.
I want to know you.
Can you hear me?
silent voice into the night,
unheared, unaffected through time.
presence who always been there.
How can I get to know you?
when everything rested into the bosom of the night,
collided unreasonablenesses like pebbles,
like marbles with each other.
war-suffering as images who marched past,
but don't affected the beauty of the earth.
silent desires, must yet to become shaped.
lies drives away like air-bubbles,
slowly, dismayed of their function,
blow away through the hankering after live.
as the wild beast yawned boring,
and the knights put down their helmets,
little softly voice inside myself,
how can I know you?
Author notes
written 3 years ago.
A contest entry
- Paying it forward by MysticalRayne.
450 points, ended December 12, 2007, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is absolutely beautiful and very deep. Thank you for a beautifully penned piece first thing this morning.Good luck
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Thank you for your nice words.
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A question we seem to always ask ourselves. This indeed was adeep piece you penned my friend. thanks for another thought provoking piece.
Tory
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Very good! as the knights put down their helmets, little softly voice inside myself, how can I know you?...Question of the unknown, feelings flowing softly...Thank you so much for sharing
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