Land of Lost and Found
Searching for where
I belong
Looking for that Land
of lost and found……….of
Broken things
to bad to number
shattered dreams and
unwept promises
Maybe up somewhere, higher
above the darkness, above the clouds
but then again………..i never did
comprehend
the talk of clouds, their way with words
always jumbled, strung together
rumbling ,drumming echo’s
But listening to the
wind
that I understood
as it strips me down
piece by piece
grain , grain
taking me through canyon valleys
desert floors
Resting me along muddy
waters
settled and still
shadows and light
both, reflecting
drifting, lazily, by
silence
Disrupted with the song of birds
a muted picture of dreaminess’
just waiting for the butterfly’s
song, to lift me up
to carry
me along then, maybe
I’ll
set my sail
To where I belong
Snassano 06-12-08
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Axilea
"Shattered dreams and unwept promises" Excellent write!
Peace,
Dan
Be always safe,
Karen
you've written yourself a helluva search for self
that, for my money, ended too soon. Excellent. - gene
Safe travels...
You belong at AD!
Cryssa :~)
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
the talk of clouds [what a sublime thing to conjour]
you created quite a hush of words, a stillness of want, a yearning of belonging. .. .
only thing is, i ahvent seen scarcely more than two butterflies this year; normally, they are sweeping this place over. . .. wings so loud you could drown your heartbeat in them. .. .
you got me rambling...
the land of 'lost' is easy to 'find'.. ..irony finding the lost; losing the found is the tricky thing. .. . and what could be more found than selfdiscovery; an opening of heartboxes and moodrings to dream yourself, up. .. .
you need to read yourself some Rumi.
lu\/s
(V)