His presence is behind a veil. I feel him just beyond my eyes lashes as I open my sleepy eyes. He lingers tantalizingly close. Close enough to stroke his soul. He never arrived yet he never left. He flows around me as I tip toe across space. He is in everything that kisses my fingertips. My eyes seek his colors, deep and luscious. Grains of golden sand between my toes try and fail to fill the void. Water refuses to quench the thirst he has ignited in my being. His eyes drown in mine and I fly. Beyond the realms of the horizon.


About Thr33

A human being on the pale blue dot! Travelling the world trying to find something.
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5 Responses to Musings

  1. Icy says:

    You should sit my English exams for me.

  2. Hadher says:

    I love this post. It’s so weiiiiird. Will he ever be back? ;-p

  3. The Sul6an says:

    By warmth of heart,your pain I feel. Grant me the power,your wounds to heal

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