For You.

I seek to know you

But first you must see me.

Read these lines

And feel your truth unwind

Unfurl into creation

Growing from the page

An organic entity

We call it poetry.

Spoken so softly 
Quietly, at times of vulnerability

When the roles we play

Fade away.

What is left?

Not rhyme, nor reason

Sibilance or symmetry.

What it is cannot be spoken,

The essence of emptiness,

Can only be woven.

As it is creation

Returning to its bosom,

And seeing in itself,

The creator.

Knowing this 

Our hearts will meet,

As we recover the path, 

Beneath our feet.

Unfolding, unwinding, forever unbinding,

We both will see,

The river that lies beneath,

Will set us free. 


                                                                                                        

           By Lewin D.H