IMMORTALITY

It seemed strange
that I should know you
before we'd even met.

How do I explain.

Or
how to keep
an honest face
no trace
of withholding.

Or
an anxious heart
eager
to spill its stories
of things then till now,
hushing it
from musing aloud.

And
places far away
I must admit unvisited,
yet speak wildly about
as though
were natively bred.

Words like "surreal"
or "deja vu",
do they get
me off the hook,
or add confusion
to sanctioned glibness
belying
the truth.

Of a magic in the world
of immortal being
few given to understand
not from lack of senses,
but estrangement
from freedom's sails
to waft the universe
of thought.

As on a poet's lips
dreaming
to the melody
of his breath
and wandering
in wildernesses
of silent creation.

To wake to find
the life of dreams
today is created,
but live
in another time.
~
Copyright Francis Don Daniels 2010.
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