Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others’ dreams.


PHOTO CREDIT : JR KORPA
Bookmark (0)
ClosePlease loginn

 

Affiliate Disclosure: Some of the links or advertisements in the wordket website are affiliate links or advertisements, meaning, at no additional cost to you. We will earn a commission, if you click through and make a purchase. Thank you 🙂

Leave a Reply

You May Also Like
Read More

Incorrigible

My words don’t play together, they do not stay in line. They hang out with the wrong crowd,…
Read More

Estranged

As a bad orator, badly o’er-book-skilled, Doth overflow his purpose with made heat, And, like a clock, winds…
Read More

Like A Star

Like the star That shines afar, Without haste And without rest, Let each man wheel with steady sway…
Read More

Maze

Indefinite space, which, by co-substance night, In one black mystery two void mysteries blends; The stray stars, whose…
Read More

The Journey

I’ve come a long way….. …..From the fulfilling coziness of my Mother’s lap, to feeling lost amid the…
Read More

The Pause

How can I think, or edge my thoughts to action, When the miserly press of each day’s need…
Read More

Oblivion

Blood pumping, face gleaming with sweat, spirit soaring and dropping simultaneously. Stars twinkling, lighting the field, winds blowing.…