My Stella - 8 - Inner Journey Comments

Some great writing here, this poem has a fluidity of stream of consciousness that heightens an overwhelming sense of surrealistic fidelity. You could easily be describing the ho hum rituals of daily commutes, or life's seemingly forced rush from one journey to the next. Each way you go about the process with faith in seeing the one who guides your life. The constant rush from a to b makes one pine for the lover at z.

....... beautiful I might have been in thine eyes face to face, drinking the honey of thy fear ridden eyelids, or in thy private love and bosom's care, We might cry for not loving till now, or thou might stop talking to me for loving too much