Friday, April 16, 2010

Stolen memories

Hidden in the deep abyss of my existence
lies safe the most precious part from another's soul
The voice always reminding me of a long lost friend
and the fleeting touch divine from god's end
Scents though bygone remain near and familiar
Stubbornly tying to be rare but refusing to leave my air
The words that never failed my truest smile
and a ringing glow to my eye even from a mile
the bitter sweet panacea to all unsaid fears
The secretly borrowed memories to away wipe my tears
The most precious feeling ever to be given
resembling the feel of water to a desert so raven
The momentary blessing I'll value beyond all
I belong to the part - heart and soul.

Suddenly poetic, :)