Reflections

I know
I understand,
What it's like to look into shining eyes,
That understand , you
Yet you make no offering

You meet that one too,
That you want to show that light
Yet you too are hidden inside their mind.

How do you make that offering?

As I said, we've felt that light,
And we all died.

Yet we're lucky to be alive.

Reviews

[Maria]

Loved this, truly great writing.

[Kesha]

"yet you make no offering" such a sad and profoud line...how tragic to be in love with another who does not recipocrate those feelings no more... wonderful piece