Number of the healerA Poem by M.KilaniI honestly can't come up with a description for those lines !!
Three thirty three Somehow hunting me Not a fiction Not affection
Blank naked reality Numbers and entity All along the cruse A goddess and a muse
Reflection of face at peaceful night Staring into static blind white light Reason, attraction and ghosts Spiritual awakening
Feet led by guidelessness Into places of paranormal presence Thoughts found home in wilderness And welcomed acceptance
And laughing madness To clear all sadness Clear eyes Clear skies
Only one promise was made In a world where glory might fade Every day a new smile And portion of agony for a while
A glare of respect Behind a cigarette And gentle soft touch An instant head rush
Thirty three days Thirty three smiles And three hundred song For you to sing along
But again silence and sighs No truth not even lies A widow and a crow Blood upon the snow How could they not grow old How could they not feel cold Even for a while From solitude to exile
And bright of awareness Drifts consciousness Into places of no return Away from all we yearn
Anticipating tomorrow The thirty-fourth sparrow Killing burden of lost yesterday Hope washing away dismay
It’s not a confession Not a cry for attention Only numbers Only labels
To follow me as I go Black raven, the crow As you probe over time Safety is not a crime
And all will be gone As soon as I see your face With the warmth of your embrace You’ll complete the undone
Just until you leave Still I do believe Those signs and numbers are true Still I’ll believe in you © 2012 M.KilaniAuthor's Note
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