Wednesday, January 9, 2013

the unknown continent

Inside me is this vast open space
which might be an ocean or a desert,
just something enormous and lonely.
I don't know where to begin.

I think sometimes you scare me.
I can sense the reservoir of experience,
the happy, the lonely, the sadness.
All that I can never know,
and I don't know where to begin.

I wish I was everything,
the boat on the ocean and the seaweed within,
the road you take when you come home.

I wish I could be everything,
the valley through which the river flows
the mango tree, the forgotten dream,
you and me and the spaces between.

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