National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Thursday, 23 September 2010

Deeper

Ican see deeper
deeper than you
when you look up and see the sky
that’s just blue
its only blue
blue to you
I can see deeper
much deeper than you

I can see doors into other realms
I can see ships drifting helms
I can see fire and water and air
I can see time pass without even a care
I can also see the sky that is blue
but I can see deeper
deeper than you

I can taste the first summer rain
I can taste the harvest grain
I can taste the feast of dreams
I can tastes faraway streams
I can taste the sky that is blue
I can taste things much deeper than you

I can hear the first hunters horn
I can hear the start of the dawn
I can hear the beating of wings
I can hear the end of spring
I can hear the sky that is blue
I can hear things much deeper than you

I can touch the changing world
I can touch the seasons hold
I can touch a wise mans face
I can touch the heart of this place
I can touch the sky that is blue
I can touch things much deeper than you

I can smell the smoke from fires
I can smell what man desires
I can smell the mothers love
I can smell storms from high above
I can smell the sky that is blue
but I can small deeper deeper than you.

When you look up and see the sky
that’s just blue
its only blue
blue to you
I can see deeper
much deeper than you

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