somewhere, among the ruins
I lost myself while questing
for my missing pieces
guides, they were too many
and friends too silent
while lovers built tomorrow
over me
city to city,
with their foundations
hidden in my mud
so I drifted
in a pensive loll
as worlds gathered about me
and ships traded ware
i rolled
to the withered clock
funny, bout the stars
which borrow light
to magnify the darkness
they dwell in
the wind gallops past
brushing the Appalachians
like a lovers bangs
some of me is there
a sapling shivers
neath the towering redwood
a bit of me there too
high on a barren ridge
where nameless stones
hold silent mass
the Dall sheep watch
the banner of snow
streak from a peak never claimed
and I am the breath expelled
but I'm also
the dust in closet nooks
and the letter
never opened
in a box well hidden
these I can't retrieve
and they keep me
from knowing the others
I miss so dearly
4 comments:
LW, I've always believed that we leave small sprinkles of ourselves wherever we go. That is how those places remember us... and we remember them. I've also always believed that we can't know everything we crave to know... and sometimes... that's best. Some things are best left unknown.
Your words... so full of self-knowledge... and so very intimate.
Nevine
thank you Nevine
I
just wish I hadn't lost so much of me in waste.
LW
But I wonder how many pieces you found? "I lost myself questing for missing pieces". We gain some, we lose some...our days are of constant exchange, a marketplace for our becoming.
This, so interesting...the notion that stars borrow light to magnify darkness. It's a very unique way you look at things LW. Underground thinking. I've always liked the underground :)
~ ShoeBox
Thank You shoebox
it seems the things i've found have been mostly fairy dust. Nothing that I can hold or feel
the things I've found seem as elusive as those I've lost
LW
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