Wish to be obscure


When the bells chimed

In distance, far across from home,

Some distant memory

Chimed within my soul.


The naked feet,

Running through the vacant church halls…

Where silence spoke to silence-

As eyes glistened in awe!


Then, everything was wonder,

Everything was awe-

When I blended to be obscure,

And what alive was thee...


I wish I were that

Obscure in the awe,

Floating like a feather,

Transcending like a ripple.


Every moment was wonder,

Every moment, a marvel.

It's still there though,

My senses stopped to relish!


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