Lost, then found by secrets bound
the skies are much the same.
My timings off, but then I scoff
at changes rough and tame.
I traveled far, beneath the stars
the opposite of home.
I think of friends and in the end
I ponder all alone.
The dreams I keep, when not in sleep
walk with me every step.
I use those visions, for decisions
until there’s nothing left.
The days go by, till I can fly
back home to friendly ground.
I seek my space, as I retrace
old paths to lost and found.
My garden needs, more water, seeds,
neglect has made me stale.
It’s time to pause, review life’s cause
and find my holy grail.
Michael Charles Messineo, Singapore, July 2008
worn paths refreshing. rcs
neglect has made me stale.
It’s time to pause, review life’s cause
and find my holy grail."
A very meaningful poem, Michael! I especially love this stanza! Thanks!
Edwin
CarolHawks
Give less, consideration to ryming.
I think it might free you up a bit
Good stuff sir.
Rodney
It is pretty much hits the nail on the head. Lucky for me, my garden is in full bloom.
We are thinking alike this morning. I just posted "Life's Canvas". Excellent poetry, Michael.
Blessings,
~Linda