Saturday, November 2, 2013

Simply Lost

Simply lost
Soul embodied 
Your limbs swing free on the outskirts of shade
But it is dark here
No promise to the other land
(Fragments glisten among the stain glass)
I want to remain foreign when others pass
But my name can be read can it not? 
This is our home forevermore 

Walk on the pier safe from earth
Watch near the harbor, 
Horizons fade...
The lighthouse is dead....

Simply lost
Soul embodied...

And they continue the search
For him... 

For the missing poem
Not meant to be heard...
He has not spoken.... 
But you can sometimes hear  
His words in the wind. 

The written word is dead. 

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