secret well (by deav)
Rio, Mar 2003
the awakening
i’m not here
what you see is just an empty shell
i may seem to breathe
i pretend to see and hear so well
but i am my soul
far away from here
bathing in water, light or air
feeling crystal clear
i emerge in a secret well
it stands where i rest between lives
a little creek leaps
soft green grass to lie upon
i thought of this just now
maybe a place to call home
but it’s time to go back
the call of the world is low but strong
i yearn for rest
but they say i have to go on…
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