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When thoughts cease to flow, where does ego go.
  - Unseeking Seeker
 

As your mind betrays, 
you are here yet so far away. 

Days, ashy and gray, 
stagnate, and I am left
to sift through thoughts  
that sputter, disconnected 
in the distance of  
your dimming gaze. 
Above quivering lips,
your bleary eyes glaze 
and blur the lines  
between illusions and truth.  
There, your dreams drift off and deflate. 
Where I search for you, 
I find my hidden heartache. 

Today, I catch a glimpse  
of you caught in a push and pull 
of id and ego, 
past and present, the struggle of it 
all on display. 
(I dry your tears.)

Other days, I see my own  
flaws and failings 
as I reach out to you
time after time
in your descent.
(I dry my tears.) 

Some days, I find my strength 
bubbling to the surface of you,
and you briefly find you. 
 
And now I, in scarlet, watch  
over your slumber.
Sleepless, I am lost  
in depths of onyx night, 
mindful that morning’s saving  
light may once again turn  
to grays of lost images.
 
I wonder if you feel my love  
in your restless sleep. 
I wonder if you feel moments of peace. 

I imagine that I am, to you,  
just a stranger, 
a friendly wave 
on the other side of your fence, 
or when needed, 
the flicker of a lantern 
on your darkening trail. 
At most, I am a fleeting memory  
who sees myself in you more clearly - 

So much in life 
depends upon our own reflection 
in another’s eyes,
even in the distance.     

 

Date: 5/19/22
Contest: Bubble of Illusion      
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker

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