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The Call

door killea

The Call




Standing on a pedestal
made of shifting sands
for a while sight reaches out
into the distance beyond horizons
the unknown, tempting, beckoning
doubt dissipates into the ether
nothing can restrain, hold back

then sand sifts between the toes
sinking I know

I have gazed into the abyss too long
and the abyss now gazes into me
desire to freefall, float, awash
calling, calling come to me

and like the sands of time
always there, always gone
I follow…

feedback van andere lezers

• Danvoieanne
  Graag gelezen ..
  killea: many thanks Anne
  xx
  j
• Hoeselaar
  Hier sind Wörter bei die ich nicht verstehe, sei mir nicht böse
  
  Willy
  killea: Lieber Willy, ich zol dir nie böse sein!
  xx
  j
• andremoortgat
  Sand between toes is better than sand between teeth
  when you make a call !
  killea: You're right, you funny bunny Andre
  xx
  j