SPIRIT-LEAD WRITER

SPIRIT-LEAD WRITER

Cant bear it when there’s nothin
To grip onto like the remnant of your dreams
It was there I liked to swim just two minutes ago
You were with me, in and around me
Now washed away by the search into nothingness
My soup needs a bigger pot
My loins need a better rub
My ardour needs soothing into the
the least promiscous option.
Ive lost the glee i owned 5 minutes ago
the sparkle remained for as long as it could
welcomed, revered, invited to stay but unexpectedly ran away.
Ill go back
Ill be there
Ill be present, i swear
But don’t ask me to divulge my ethereal play
Its mine, you cant have it, share it or sense it!
But beware for it is here and you will be dancing with it.