Seed's Poetry Corner: Relying on Other Senses

I've gotten a chance to see my dear Sage tonight, when I was starting to worry that might have been my single miracle. In the light of that, I find myself with a faith I do not think will be moved again -- and inspiration to spare.

Relying on Other Senses

I find I must trust:
I chase your elusive figure,
we blend the world into an impressionist blur,
As we run and outstrip wind.

I chase your elusive figure,
as you dart out from my sight,
as you run and outstrip wind:
All ahead of me's lost,

as you dart out from my sight
and leave me chasing the invisible.
All ahead of me's lost,
and I must trust your presence

to keep me chasing the invisible --
trust your hoofbeats and your herbal scent,
and I must trust your presence,
that you'll turn back to see me.

As I trust your hoofbeats and your herbal scent,
we blend the world into an impressionist blur.
That you'll come back to see me:
I find I must trust.

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