Poetry Collection.

"Lost for a Time."

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The mountain asked,
Where are you, son?
And I said,
I don't know.

And so the mountain asked,
Are you lost, my son?
And I whispered,
I'm afraid so.

From plain to plane
and city to city
I roamed, unknowing,
of simple songs.

Listened instead to symphonies
dripping with suffocating smog
A dizzy spell to confuse my mind
and lead me away from where I belong.

Adrift through haze
I followed cobblestone streets
and spoke
with gravel in my teeth.
Long, long path, until whereupon I found

the end. Out in the distance
upon the cold north winds
danced a simple whisper
A call to home
In which I heard the sweetest sound.

It reached me as resurrecting savior
Bare in its wake
upon flight of calling
and passage of slumber.

Took no detours
to follow its beckon
Mended my mind
in its sturdy lumber.

So the mountain asked,
Where are you, son?
And I said,
Beneath the moon.

And then the mountain asked,
Are you lost, my son?
And I whispered,
I will be home soon.

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(December 20th, 2023.)