An empty void, a forgotten love
The struggle to survive has now resurrected the will to reconcile two lives that drifted apart
A starved ear, a hungry spirit
Longing to hear the voice and feed the hunger within
Longing to hear the voice and feed the hunger within
A forgotten love
Or is it just hidden and etched within my heart
Or is it just hidden and etched within my heart
Burning a hole of condemnation at each thoughtful interval
The price of friendship paid in full, but in part is it redeemed
Every try is shunned by circumstances
A void builds
Sucking in every opportunity to try again
Defeating the mission my heart so much longed for
The difference of dwelling places
Destinies I once believed were intertwined…still joined
But the strings
They disturb me
They are swayed by the wind
The wind of forgetfulness
Humble we must become
And never forget the roots that brought us to where we are
And never forget the roots that brought us to where we are
I am still the same
The name never forgotten
Light…the lily that rose out of sorrow and to unending joy
Hidden life stays hidden
Not seeking to search it out so much
But to be a part of it once more
But to be a part of it once more
Once more
Out of the deafening sound of silence
There are many voices that speak
But I have one of my own
Always there
Always there
Never forgotten
Always there
Always there
What shall become of us my friend
I dare to dream
I dare to dream
The journey begins from today
The mission to re-build
Riddles spoken but understood by the heart
I write to understand even myself
Here it lays in letters and signs
So let the journey start
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Of hope barnacled at the effacement
ReplyDeleteof the wind of fate
I know a thing about it
It cannot change
It remains the same
Given freely to her who is beholden in amorous ways
Do I speak of another or is this the pain I lament?
I would I were in the arms of my beloved
Knotted breath in gasps of constipated passion
Each day a laboured strife to live
Kept by works of man apart from where the heart belongs
Then what is it to hope in the face of hopelessness itself?
Is it to grasp the fluttering glance of a fleeting past?
Where in times not long past we would talk and laugh?
While the smile in our eyes were all the words we need to know
And which was strength to make us believe in fate?
These feet here remember the way to your heart
They are shuffling now yearning to eat the food you cook
If we do not dare to dream then who can face another day?
My dream always, I know where I placed my heart
My hope always, may it sprout on sure ground
My ache always
Do I speak of another or is this the pain I lament?