Transmigration of Continual Resume

Transmigration of Continual Resume

 

Was there a time when I never to breathe

A moment when you were never mine

An upmost sensation existing in a transmigration of souls

Re-incarnations of subtle sublime

 

Was there a hand you always could hold

A physical dimension of one type or be

An incrimination climbing the delicate steps

Remembering past as if it was me

 

Was there a shadow dancing with thought

A ghost, who knew so of spiritual reside

An empty goblet emitting radiance in reason

How existence continues to hide

 

Was there a draft when we slept in arms

A kiss lasting for centuries unseen

An emotion by-passed by living decrees

Hands touching bodies weaving between

 

Was there a chance I could have been me

A transmigration of continual resume

An embryonic symbol of god’s testament to life

Or a mind he’s found lost to exhume

 

Was there a time when I never to breathe

A moment when you were never mine

An upmost sensation in past passing of souls

Re-incarnation of love as is clearly defined

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©Nick.Hawkins, all poetry rights reserved 2014

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