Endless yearning

dimensions of existence

You're my renaissance
You're my revitalizing early morning sensation
when i've long not woken up in early morning.
thus long not lived
That great 1 moment
when my soul feels exoticly fresh
as though touched by some beautiful stranger who passes by every 10000 years waking up the breathing dead.
You're the indulgence of that 1 stop of time,
that 1 state  of mind
when my mind attempts to comprehend one new tricky form,level or dimension of existence
one new
feeling,
thought 

or timeless beloved aroma.
When capturing it makes my poor deprived mind ALIVE once again,
BEFORE  ANCIENT  SHADOWS  PENETRATINGLY  FALL  OVER  IT,
turn it into one of those  hated normalities
that seem like a worn out picture artificially blended into my helpless  THUS SURRENDERING memory,
smothering  my very lost spirit.
Oh my renaissance


OH MY ENDLESS YEARNING.