Can I put more time on the clock? –or– Rather, can I turn back the clock? I feel you so clear, but still refracted through a prism Sage & crystals Cleanse the room Embrace their power I inhale, exhale over again Until I am centered—tethered & reach out for the memory of you across the abyss that exists Is there a depth you wouldn’t go? To see me too I am asking you to cross the plane I’ve already set a place for you The candle extinguished, smoke signal . . . - - - . . .meant just for you because I'm in need of something familiar, something true Third eye vibes You apparate & What do I say to you? A thousand thoughts, a thousand words run through my head but I opt to hold you instead groping I find only empty air because, after all, you're not really there Wax streams, pooling, cooling Unlike the tears, it's been so many years & they remain hot held inside, being denied the genie finally escapes the bottle in these my streams of sorrow A warmth takes me over a tiny little glow from within and I latch onto the feeling a lifebuoy for a drowning swimmer again, you rescue me Your spirit at work in this conjuring
Third Eye Poets is a poetry collective united by the healing power of the “written” word.
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