|
|
| Author |
 Topic  |
|
|
apachechief
Ireland
65 Posts |
 Posted - Jul 17 2010 : 5:15:26 PM
|
Lament
So often when I see what I have hidden,
I lament for who I have not become
and want to travel back to childhood
with my lesson learned and change
the elements of my being;
the futility, the yearning
have captured the flow of life,
disconnected the light
and veiled her wondrous beauty.
In the emotional fire and turmoil,
every path leads one astray
to return always to the same place,
and in these moments, I seek refuge
in the sound between my heart beats,
a sound that holds me
and embraces my lament.
This is the spirit of my home,
the music of first light,
the music of water,
and when she sings,
I am nobody, I am nothing, and there is
nothing left to cry for.
|
|
|
NagoyaSea
424 Posts |
Posted - Jul 18 2010 : 11:07:52 PM
|
| Whoa. Beautiful and resonant... Thank you for posting. |
 |
|
| |
Topic |
|
|
|
| AYP Public Forum |
© Contributing Authors (opinions and advice belong to the respective authors) |
|
|
|
|
Lament
