Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Poem: Something More Refined Than I Know

There is something more refined than I know.
I have tasted it briefly.
There is something more pure than water,
an essence more inebriating,
more quenching,
more freeing...
I have dreamed of it.
I know it is real.

There is a door
already opened
that I keep thinking is closed to me
I have to remind myself
it is only my shadow
that isn't there yet.