Poetry (older poem)


“Everywhere I go, I find a poet has been there before me.” ~Freud

The stream eternal pours out of sky, hidden before naked eye.
Peer within to grasp. Surrender to relax our aiming at the target.
Miss the mark, erringly human. Taste waters of forgetfulness.
Your secrets never were! Desire is not central: it comes and goes.
As body, thought, posture, scene. In the dew drop sunlight gleams.
Dig or fly, tread, swim, try: but give yourself the peace to lie.

(C) 2014 Emma Gabriel



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