Basra Times Three

Basra Times Three

A Poem by jjill
"

So far, so long, next to me is where you belong...

"

There's little left.

No more to say.

My prayers, your thoughts,

begin each day.

As you sit this night

through blasts and sounds,

your mind stops still.

You search around.

There fills a presence

in your space,

taking you beyond

this time and place.

Through rocks and hills,

sand's deserts and seas,

my mind's eye flashes,

bringing you to me.

© 2008 jjill


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jjill
jjill

NYC Metro, NY



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i am now what we all are, have been or will be. there is a bit of enigma that surrounds us all. it is only revealed to us a little at a time, and at that point, we clearly feel the sum of the parts .. more..

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