my own

[vurtomatic]

away from alone
i sit not lone but
my company's own

peace: a centre stilled
a tranquil pool
reflects the passage
of dusk and thus
night fell

away from home
i rest my weary eyes
upon an empty white

a space awaits

to be marked (in ink)
made my own
to be filled (with words)
reflecting pool

in my hands, the future
held, carefully oh so gently
limitless fragility

away from my selves
i am one, at one
with my fractured ones
we sit, alone

my own

 

[harraser]

your words give a sense of peace that i seem to have lost along the way... another reminder of whats important. thanks vurt

 

[mr_fluffy]

wonderful piece vurt, evocative in it's imagery, striking in it's minimalism, soothing in it's tone. trully great writing.

alone, but never lonely.