Who

Who am i?

(so sweet sometimes I light)

To myself I think

I walk a lot inside myself

And around too

(I am air)

I think

Who is this I call

My soul (whose calm)

(Or whose storm to calm)

Stuck in startling search

I feed on silence a lot

(to be strong)

And I seek my shape

In the depth of closeness

And farness (both are like dance)

And I distribute myselves in strange words

Three dimensionally

To accommodate my imagination

Yet, again I ask, who am I?

Who looks like thoughtful night

And for whom I seek a form

In the uniqueness of desire

(of exclusive relationships)

Who I want to be

Longs to find a fire

(to be newly mold)

To be aflame for to be carved

To be exact

(for some way we all must burn)

Who am i? I want to know

As  I seek my mass

In someone’s warmth

Or war (with someone)

To learn

To be myself and here

To know

My ultimate worth

 

may 2011