Don't look for me

I used the singular for ''snows'' and ''collide'' instead of ''bind''. I hope it's okay like this, the meaning didn't change at all. Thank you once more for standing on guard, Nina.

wcw, I'm at home, the music plaaying on the pc is Opeth. Your songs is a good background for my poem, even though I found what I was looking for. I am pleased for discovering your poetry and even more pleased for causing your being emotional, well, almost emotional. As for the ultimate poetry,keep feeling and trying. I'm a Scorpio, practical mad person. I wish you the same goodness, Diana.

First of all I'd like to apologize for the late reply to all your wonderful comments. I have many exams during this month at the university, and very little time for anything else. kailashana, there's no need to be sorry, you've found it. And I'm happy I found yours, I'll read more of them as soon as I'll get the chance, all I do is study, sleep and write. Rosemary, thank you for complementing my work. I will not split the last two lines, to me they're a conclusion that must take one's breath away. It must be sudden, it must be quick, it must meet the eye all at once. But thank you for your suggestion. Leonard, I just loved your comment. It seems you really understood this poem, despite the fact that it's not complicated at all. But as you said, we search for things all over, when they're in our hearts or just in front of our eyes, it's the same for everything, purposes, people, feelings, decisions. Thank you for making my work seem transparent, and thank you for loving the "cliche" from the last line. Despite its triviality, it's the end of all the longing and the wandering, it's opening our eyes to the world. Nina, thank you. I hope I'll always be in your spotlight. Jim, it does make sense. Since making someone realize you ARE there is so difficult, I also chose the complicated way. The way of demolishing everything else. As for the word "iris", I like it just the way it is. It's supposed to be technical, since I tried to help the reader visualize the union between the horizon and the eye. Just as respectfully, Diana.

Thank you, Ronda. You made it sound like my words are the monster, and I'm the mad scientist giving them life. Well, that's pretty much how things go. The poet has to be just a tad insane too see and to hear what others do not. I'm glad you saw it and heard it too. Marius, yes, it's a very rigid poem, based on the rules I set for myself. I'm pleased that you liked it. Thank you so very much. Dolor, Diana.