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Thoughts of an enigmatic spectator

She is an enigmatic spectator

perplexed by this impossible game.

Never knowing when the bell will toll.

Never knowing when darkness will fall.

She wants. She wants to be… here.

She is an enigmatic spectator.

Pretending to know what she’s doing

expectant of something to happen

clutching to the tails of reality

afraid of letting go

and falling into oblivion.

She is an enigmatic spectator.

This global animation is a party

and she dreams of her place in the light.

She is a story destined for the stars

living and learning

hoping – this dance never ends.

She is an enigmatic spectator. 



I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!

2 thoughts on “Thoughts of an enigmatic spectator

    1. Thank you for popping over and leaving a comment. I am happy to hear my words reached out to you. 🙂


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