RIC S. BASTASA


SWEET NOTHINGS OF MY BEING


WHATEVER i am
to me
is my secret
i am the song
and the singer at
the same time
i am both night and day
between all these
are the twilights
of my doubts

i respect who i am
keeping
what properly belongs
to the
chambers of my heart

all these treasures
deep in the sea
buried
without a map

i find joy in this
conversation
where i am both speaker
and listener
at the same time

this is the enigma of my being
always forgiving
gentle, kind and compassionate
about what i have done
and what i have never done

my eyes are two moons
my mouth my cave
my throat the tunnel to my
heart
i hear its beating
low upon the hill
echoing
sweet nothings.

Submitted: Sunday, March 17, 2013
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