IF YOU’RE NOT HERE

When I’m lost somewhere,
not knowing that mystique
of a simple churning frame;
and a paddle lost in a bicycle.
My heart grows arranged,
having everything out of the nothing
bewildering in the shadow of my
beloved’s face with every remark.
I feel on crutches,
for every moment makes me lame;
I feel i am blind with the useless eyes,
for what I seek, i can see not.
Nature hence admires my situation,
offering no opinion to my will,
and hence i admire it too and sing
what if you’re not here with me…
what if you’re not here with me…

-Rupésh van Morvick
   http://rvm.3.com

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