Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Nothing Muffled






Nothing Muffled

My voice is running away...
In simple tone I love you.
There's no direction.
Departure reflects a lot.
With a laurel branch now
I challenge you:
Come, unravel what's muffled!

My candles I watch burning.
Deficiencies travel me.
Easily I pretend
that I'm supported by tenacity.
What does the crust let you
- I wonder -
to see now that it's open...

I trace clues 
and passages I seek.
A truth I told
I may measure around here
Wherever you are,
dare to confront
 the quest of a soul! 




Z.K.


(written in 1995)