whynotsin Posted June 12, 2003 Report Posted June 12, 2003 wind or water? The cold air comes up to me Beckoning me to follow Pulling and pushing Consuming me and enveloping me Taking me with it to places unseen I follow blind and a fool To where I go, I never am to know What it is that I follow, Never have I seen. Only the circling leaves give hint of form. Like the banks and the glass that define shape As a cloud floating across the sky Being driven and taken Not leading but merely existing Another face to be seen another voice to ignore Minds intertwine together forming what we call society Clashing thoughts Disruptive love All playing an integral part In darkness we stand looking for the light, Not knowing our eyes are closed Not feeling the wind the air, With it’s cold icy guiding touch.
Peredhil Posted July 2, 2003 Report Posted July 2, 2003 Sometimes the strongest things are those unseen. It's dangerous to deny the power of that in which we believe without seeing, only perceiving its effects. Air. gravity. love. The power of the unseen.
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