It Is I

I am What your eyes see
Smiling Angry
Awaiting what is to come
A profound outcome
Of truth for all to see
I am the voice you hear
Whispering in your ear
Whilst you shake away
All you dismiss as imagination
I am all you touch
With fingers taking
Giving and throwing away
Inflicting pain upon
A caress of tenderness
Unconditonal
Carelessly blinded
I am the texture you taste
In all it's guises
Devoured and consumed
Detested, adored and purged
A delicacy first savored
I am the aroma you smell
The moment you awaken
Throughout the days advancement
Just as you fall into deep slumber
Unobtainable, wanted
Yet, at your fingertips, avoided
A sweet rapture of truth
Gnawing at the back of your mind
I am all you have yet to understand
But have much knowledge of


©'06 J.P.