You, who were lost before the beginning, who never came when the call was sent out, me, I do not know which sounds might be precious to you now.
No longer then do I try to recognize you, when, as a surging wave, something is about to manifest within you, before me.
And yet, all the huge images in me, the deeply-sensed far-away landscapes, cities and towers and bridges and un-suspected turns of the path, the powerful life of lands once filled with the presence of gods: all rise with you, to find clear meaning in me, your, forever, elusive one.
You, who are all the gardens I've ever looked upon, and yet, so still full of promise. An open window in a country house,
a warm breeze on a fall day.You, who are, and can always be, within me.
Sometimes,
even though you can't feel a smile from me,
it touches you nevertheless.
About Me
- Edward Thomas
- More than just a Man, but also, a human being as well; Me, I'm just as often found @ the center of the struggle, but never as someones absent minded follower. True enough, I love my Mother, and though I'm eager to be perfect, I actually prefer to be nice, than have my own way! When asked, my closest friends would say that I am often in the company of the wind: The Wind(a dear friend of mine since birth) and I are often near and around you, and though, we're not always seen or felt near you, it's always better understood within you. Odd I know, but true nonetheless. True, not unlike the truth contained withing the thought of me flying would appear, but then again, when the wind wills, well, often I've awoken in strange places and had to patiently await his return, so as to get back home again. Luckily, he never lingers long, for it's hard enough explaining my discernment (of)to people. Imagine the after shock of a early morning phone call from Cleveland???
