I didn’t know the names of the souls standing before me,
The flowers only knew the names of the bees,
The rocks only knew the names of the leaves,
The bluebird only knew the name of the breeze,
All the names are clouded in mystery,
I’m not sure who I am,
I am unfinished.
I am unrecognizable.
I am unseen.
The face that you see,
That stranger in the mirror,
Is not me.
Perhaps I am only a figment.
Perhaps I am only a whisper.
Perhaps I am only a passing fancy.
Perhaps I am only wishful thinking.
Perhaps I am only soul that took a wrong turn,
On the way to eternity.
Perhaps I am only a jagged stone,
Thrown into the rushing waters,
Where the river and the sand,
Will pummel and polish me smooth,
Eroding all my uneven edges,
As it courses around me.
Perhaps someone will make
A stone sculpture out of
Who I used to be.
©️2021 / Love is all…MW 🙏