WHISPERS OF THE UNSEEN THE UNLOVED

WHETHER we speak or scribble (or merely glance)

we are always unseen. what we are
cannot be bound by book or word’s dance
our soul remains infinitely afar

What does Life care?

We are the lonely People

though we give our thoughts wings, let them soar
to be our soul, to dance in the broad,
our hearts remain incommunicable (more)
in what we reveal, we are ignored

We struggle living a life
remembering nothing of the sermon
we bowed to while being born

the chasm from soul to soul cannot be crossed
by thought’s finesse or seeming’s disguise
unto ourselves we are forever lost
when we attempt to voice our inner skies

we are but dreams of ourselves, souls by gleam,
and each to each, but dreams of others’ dreams.

:: 08.06.2024 ::