No Linear Lines. {poetry}




By Erin Kouvas.

I dance with you within the glimmer,
sparkle… and the light.
I drink you in the salted air
and feel you in the night.

I feel you in the night, my friend.
I feel you in the night.

From where you come,
I cannot say.
No evidence is near…

But love itself
cannot define;
No linear lines laid here.

No linear lines laid here, my friend.
No linear lines laid here.



Erin Kouvas is a believer in dreams, magic and other people. She would like to share her gifts with the world and inspire others to do the same. A writer since childhood, a yogi, yoga instructor and lover of life, she only hopes to become the best person that she can be in this lifetime. Which does not mean being annoyingly perfect…(because she is nowhere near perfect, thank God!) She considers herself a perfect work in progress. She would love it if you would travel awhile with her on her journey… Namaste!





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  • Philip commented on August 18, 2013 Reply
    The lines are waves until they finally become linear, my friend.
    • Erin commented on August 18, 2013 Reply
      I think I was definitely feeling waves writing this, Philip, thank you.. :)

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