Flowering Abyss

You are a flowering abyss;
everyday you grow more beautiful
and more empty.
Like a storm in its eye,
sublime in its power
becomes so suddenly
silent, in one place,
as the billowing winds
and capsizing waves
rage around it.

You are so much more
than I can say,
than I can see.
To me you are just a collection:
of what is reflected and triggered in my memories.

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Vague

why do you fall away
to somewhere
not on earth or sky
no chance of being found
or seen or heard
only dreamt of

or shown
in the space within
my mind with eyes unfocused

and yet
you’re always there
a cloud around my senses
and this vagueness
here and nowhere
never lifting
neither here nor in the other realms
dreams mixed with no real clarity.