Monday, April 11, 2005

I am drawn;
pulled toward something:
other conversations,
other lives,
different moments in time.
I am surrounded by
discussions.
People living;
voices heard,
smiles noticed,
solitude felt.
There is something more,
I seek,
something I must find.

I am drawn;
pulled toward something.
It is warm.
It is beautiful.
It is you.

2 comments:

gulnaz said...

thanks for visiting my blog, i hope to see you there more often. :)

you have written beautifully about the longing one feels for that one, special connection even when surrounded by many.

_Soulless_ said...

very touching. *sigh* this poem and the one that follows...