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About this Poem: A existentialist poem about self-identity and
love. I wrote this sometime in 1999.
I
am asleep and I am lost.
Snow
swirls about my head,
Thunder
strikes in the distance,
Signs
of desolation point to nothingness.
Dreams
beckon me like Sirens calling out to sailors.
I
fall prey to the illusion of the dreamland,
And
am whisked away into fantasy.
I
am dreaming and I am lost.
Rose
petals fall before me,
Dolphins
and birds singing echo throughout,
A
figure emerges from the nothingness,
And
gracefully walks toward me like a dove skimming over
water,
And
I watch the smoothness, the silkiness, the charm of the
spirit,
And
I am breath-taken by the splendor.
I
am in ecstasy and I am lost.
Kindness
caresses my body,
Tenderness
nibbles at my feet,
And
love emerges from nothingness,
And
passion engulfs me like flames on oil.
And
my soul is touched by the sweet nectar.
Impassioned,
I attempt to return the love, but I am lost.
I
submit myself to the mist,
I
give myself to the shape,
I
offer myself to the nothingness,
And
I am bathed in warmth like sunlight on an Eskimo’s skin,
And
I am rejuvenated, but I realize I am lost.
Suddenly
I am whisked from my fantasy,
And
taken back to the world where I am lost.
I
awake to discover myself to be nowhere.
I
am lost. I am
lost.
But,
alas, I find you beside me, and I am found.