Sunday, January 3, 2010

Grasping The Unseen

That fragrance
I've smelled it before
A far away memory

Lying awake at night
Listening to silence
I feel the fragrance close by
So close in my grasp
How should I describe
This feeling of eternity

Night gets darker
As clouds block the moonlight
A peaceful sound
Plays in my ears
I try to recollect
Remember a lost scenery
A secret hidden
Deep within

Holding tight
To what's keeping me real
I've seen it before
I've known it before
The serenade
And tranquility

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