Touch

I found this while cleaning.. one of the poems from the first years of my writing.. posted in orkut on Feb 21, most probably 2007. I had had my encounter with a person seeped in esoterics.. and had taken aflame - still am, I guess it shows :P Anyways, that´s the poem - touch:


touch

to be a white horse galloping wild
across every sky every dimension
passing all speed known here and there
ripping trough everylie diving to truth
leaving behind all forms all borders
i am the soul of the wind your sincerety smile
i will burn all your pain rise high invisible untouchable
create you anew pure dawn your path to New Eden

i am the flame in the hearts of winter´s singingbirds

i am