You have not known what you are.
You have slumbered upon yourself all your life.
Your eyes have been as much as closed most of the time.
What you have done is already in mockeries.

The mockeries are not you.
Underneath them
And within them,
I see you lurk...


-Walt Whitman


2.1.10

nightmares


Stay away from my sight

From my dreams take flight

Erase the trails on the ground—

Insignificant blots for which I am bound

Fade away into twilight

Fall into shadow—

Like the ink on your paper heart

In which you have written my name

Sever the ties

Break the bonds

Intertwining the souls

Confused so long ago

Let me taste freedom

Barren of guilt

Teeming with love—

True and true and true

For which I will be forever sure

Not to break

Not to age

Not to fade











2 comments:

Andrei said...

i'm with you, man. i adore poetry. keep it up.

lucas said...

Thanks, andre :P