Nobody really ‘goes away’,
till we send them away…
Nobody that is somebody to you
can never go away for real, for good,
unless it is you, that you misunderstood.
Nobody can play the song of your soul
on the strings of their heart:
A heart you cannot hear beat,
unless that Nobody
is your Somebody.
Nobody remains, even if
only a shadow.
Nobody remains after you reincarnate,
after clouds subside from
the memory sky:
When sunbeams bask in barren grounds
of new existence, of yet new trials.
Here, traces of Nobody still remain:
That Nobody, still Somebody
I’m awake, woken by a memory sweet,
A memory that begs of me to greet,
Greet the death of a slumber, no dream;
No thoughts recurring, wet soil, no stream..