Thursday, April 21, 2011

i am nothing . . .





Review
For
Diamond Dusts (part 1)
by Azereus:

Don't run away . . . wait just a moment
stop and feel the music
run over your skin .  .  . with light steps
like a butterfly .  . tasting the salt of your flesh
then fly with the wings
that you have as you listen .. . .
fly and don't stop . . .
until you tire
which is never





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i am nothing
                            not even a breeze . .
or the clinking of rocks
at the bottom of the ocean                           
 i am nothing
not even a scratch                 
            or the trail of a star
that dies in the black sky                                      
i am nothing
                      not even a wish
or a tufted seed flying away                  
                          on the breath of a child
i am nothing
                                        not even a spark
or a cloud chasing                    
                            an angry sun . .
i am nothing
                                  not even a tear
or a floating reflection                      
on the back of clear waters
i am nothing
                                     not even a wisp . . .
or a dream on the edge
                                           of a long winter's night . . .

i am nothing
in the morning
not a song
not a flower
nothing in the evening
not a feather
not a bird 

i am nothing
and
in my dreams
i am nothing more

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