I have been engulfed by these deep sensations,
Trickling through my soul like a meditation,
Where have the sane ones vanished,
Under a rock – no, yet a different planet.
Will I ever speak much sense?
To those who feel the worth and those who repent
For miseries yet to feel,
I will cherish the moments that I realise were real.
Never yet shall I fall,
Only to appear softly on clouds to whisper
“My mind hath never rested, and now I lull”.
Calm my soul and my brain like a deep sea yet to claim
I will stand on this earth and take what is mine,
For the night is near and so shall we.
Although I stand my soul shall flea,
I cry ‘atop the mountain peak,
“Where O where shall I appear? God above I hold you so dear.
Yet could it be us, your creations, that you fear?
Come, please, come! Show me that you are tangible
And I will fall to your grace and make myself untangled.”
Waiting for something that compares to air.
Not evident to the eye but there to the skin,
Never will I witness your touch or your caress,
I will choose to stay in total bliss.