Tuesday, September 20, 2011

For Me

In the darkness, I see swirls
little twirls of vision
which, spin around.

Interlocking webs of thought
fingers, that entwine.

Lightning in the distance
a streak across my eye
but when I open up
what do I see
but nothing.

Sitting in the darkness
its only me that sees
these little twirls
of make belief
which are only meant
- for me.


  1. Not an easy one, had to read it more than once... nice poem!

  2. How true! Certain things in our mind are just for us to meditate on, to ponder and to think through. Just for us! Impossible to share, hard to express in all its glory. Love it!