Being

by

Richard James Van Der Draaij

I am the dust that covers the trees,
I am the words you hear in the breeze,
I am a monk, enclosed in a cell,
I am the wind and the water as well,
I am a hunter admiring his prey,
I am the words I don't even say,
I am a windmill revolving around,
I am the centre that never was found,
I am a shepard, asleep on a hill,
I am a dreamer with dreams to fulfil,
I am a building with giant black stones,
I am a human of blood, skin and bones,
I am the lake in which you would not swim,
I am the mood when the twilight grows dim,
I am a bullet, shot out of a gun,
I am the moon and the stars and the sun.

I am a nightmare with cold drops of sweat,
I am the throne on which I never sat,
I am the sunset that never was seen,
I am a creature who always has been,
I am a raven with little dark eyes,
I am the evil and innocent lies,
I am the Summer when Summer has gone,
I am the moment before a new dawn,
I am a thought which is not said out loud,
I am a warrior, handsome and proud,
I am a forest that stretches too far,
I am a precious and meaningful star.

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