Deep Into The Personal Affair....

there is a place
where i cannot take you

i live there
and everyday i see what my life
is there

when you see it
i know what you shall feel

do not follow me
the door is
too personal

it only opens for me
but not for you

i like to take you there
but the room
takes only my body

there is no sun there
not even the moon

stars fall on the floor
flowers are my pillows

a blanket of grass
an ocean of dreams

the night is my mother
that lulls me to sleep

i have no company there
but only

the memory of you and
i.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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