Familiarity
What is it about me
that I cannot place you
in the picture painted by the years
the life has already spent?
Do you merely lurk,
and leave at a much later time?
Or,
maybe
you are staying
because
you
are
meant
to
stay.
Then,
stay.
If you may.
I pray.
While I find a place (for us)
in the picture of eternities,
the gods must be
hiding,
conspiring;
themselves amusing.
Ah, the grand scheme of things -
a forgetting.
A familiar spirit we feel -
a remembering.
(Note) This piece was inspiredly written for the beautiful souls - even the
strangers - I have met along the way and will still come upon in my lifetime. To
each special one, you have stirred quite a familiar spirit within. A remembrance
of forgotten past, I suppose. Thank you for letting me peak through your
soul's window. The veil of forgetfulness has never been thin as now to me. You
have so given me a gift I shall treasure in the moments I may tend to forget
who I truly am - a being with a soul.
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