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Fields
by Alisa Jslay me across that field of lights
gently, as I am weak
memories stir and begin to fade
caught away in a serenade trapped by darkness
all desire recedes,
I am left with silence, deafening
nothing,
no in between
learn to be
for the first time in a long time
lose the resistance
of inconvenient turns and twists
how they mar the soul,
follow along this stream
of new consciousness
aware
behold, the key ...
01/05/2008 Posted on 01/06/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/06/08 at 12:40 AM This is so quiet, serene, even in the midst of what sounds like a painful journey. Sometimes when we are at our weakest, peace creeps in and soothes with its balm of wisdom. You are an amazingly brilliant soul. You will shine again. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/06/08 at 01:41 AM an excellent read..... |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 01/06/08 at 02:54 AM I love "learn to be"....sometimes so hard to do! Adding to my favs! MFS |
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