infinite imaginings

SHE LOSES HERSELF—AND SO DO WE IN HER POEM!

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a night without darkness
lustrous moon sweeps
horizon..opaline, the meeting
between day and night..
in the imperceptible silence
of aloneness
and the wildly pathetic
indescribable yearning
of reveries that refuse to perish

The immortal soul of my dreams
lost in the wistfulness of pathos

the haunting persistence of
a heart that refuses to find
any other speech than poetry.

I lose myself in my words
my words absorb
my infinite imaginings

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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