Verstehen by Charles Todd Beuk

.... And I know it is with me; in my body, in my veins, <br /> and in my words. <br /> I raise my pen and start to write. I am producing words, <br /> painting the pages. She is in the ethereal; I pause for <br /> a moment. I am stepping in, moving slowly with my carefully <br /> chosen words - I am now writing, the only medium by which <br /> my absolute deepest feeling come alive. <br /> <br /> "I am the subject, find me" <br /> <br /> I tun to find her as she moves through the night and <br /> becomes the darkness. I start to gather my thoughts and begin <br /> writing again. My pen for to map the way that only my thoughts <br /> shall decide. <br /> <br /> "I am the color of your spirit" <br /> <br /> So I see myself, my mind at ease. And now selecting an <br /> enchanting direction, I move deeper into my mind .These are <br /> the channels by which all real is real. What hath not, is not. <br /> <br /> "I am the voice that awakens you" <br /> <br /> I turn to find a question, shall I go on? and then a gentle <br /> breeze of alluring fragrance: My eyes, she is there, standing <br /> before me in pale white robe and fields of wild flowers! <br /> She turns to me with a smile before lifting herself into <br /> flight and softly whispers. <br /> <br /> "I am".<br /><br />Charles Todd Beuk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/verstehen/