Wednesday, August 3, 2011


I am stuck to you in body and soul
A thought, a gesture, a smile, a mole
Rewind your days and count me again
I sum up more than your restless pain
You search yourself in my form
To confide, argue and conform
Your wish to be left alone and quiet
Never misses my mind, my sight
I walk with you on a dingy street
I am that unknown fear you meet
A tear drenched pillow feels my touch
And I know you miss me, oh so much
Your heart beats faster when you are kind
I sense when a void blocks your mind
Call me no God, no spirit nor Zen
I am just Words resting in your pen

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