Patterns Of Others

Blinking back tears, staring into space, watching images walk in and out of remembering memories, trying to remind us of the past where everything was had, that a child could ever want. Now feeling like a stranger in my own life, having died and lost myself already, trying to find my way again, but am alone with no one to understand a single thing that I am going through. Tears flowing into the sea of my soul, rising and ebbing with excessive lunar tides, riding waves of intellect, soliciting memories of the surf, trying to recall all the times spent on shores of inner horizons. Strolling along, picking up shells that catch these two blue eyes, feeling their essence within my chest, knowing exactly which ones were meant for me to find and capture in a poem. Feeling an exhilaration unfolding with every beautiful one that finds itself standing alone in a poem. No ordinary ordeal happening, just the experience of a life- time being captured in this exquisite poem for future generations to read and see within their minds, etching them forever in patterns of other's lives.