Nascent, new, fresh, I emerge –
stretch, reach, touch, feel – surge!
Through my soulspace, life’s time, mind…
And what was I seeking, searching, hoping to find?
A soul, a mind, a heart – in tune – to sing my dirge?
Bring me to the brink, souls touch, push me to the verge.
Sweep off the edge, fall, tell you little lies
That I need to hear, need to feel
Make believe, play it’s all real
As finally, spent, I drown in your eyes.
© Dave Luis 2012. All Rights Reserved.