Celina Adrian
30,207 poems read
"labels"
who is me
myself and
I search no more
no where
can I go
to find her
under the nearest stone
she did not appear
nor at the tip of the tree
did she stay
though her mind,
more open
than the last time I looked into her eyes,
still reaches -
fist clinching breeze
and even her name
has changed like the wind
without shape
or even attachment -
the alphabet has no words
to describe her existence
not even one letter
can render her to the simplest definition
freedom:
maybe so
if meant to be a noun, verb and adjective
all at once
and
if that be the case
then quite possibly she can rest
comfortably in its meaning,
although
she still
wonders
who is me
myself and
I search no more
no where
can I go
to find her
under the nearest stone
she did not appear
nor at the tip of the tree
did she stay
though her mind,
more open
than the last time I looked into her eyes,
still reaches -
fist clinching breeze
and even her name
has changed like the wind
without shape
or even attachment -
the alphabet has no words
to describe her existence
not even one letter
can render her to the simplest definition
freedom:
maybe so
if meant to be a noun, verb and adjective
all at once
and
if that be the case
then quite possibly she can rest
comfortably in its meaning,
although
she still
wonders