Gently Surrender


My soul stands alone
Before you – can’t
You hear my voice
A whisper through empty air
The illusion of what is not
Is only a thought

Gently surrender
All time – here
Is everywhere – now
Is always – an imaginary path
To an imaginary future

The me that can be
Lost or found
Remembered or forgotten
Is just a thought
That appears and disappears

Gently surrender
All happiness and sadness
Reality and identity
In the transparent
Nowhere and never

And now almost invisible
This figure fades and dissolves
Slowly disappearing, going nowhere

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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