I climbed the upper echelons
to the clouds and the stars
I looked down and around
and everywhere
but could not see where you are
I dove the deepest trenches
beneath the water and the waves
But I could not find you
among the living
nor even in the graves
I read up all the stories
my mind could understand
But all I read
confused me more
so I considered it a sham
Until a whisper on the wind
and deep within my soul
Spoke all at once
to a forlorn heart
buried and growing cold
You are not so far above
nor far below as others say
Nor in a dark
four cornered room
or on a journey far away
For your wind has stoked
this flame inside
and carried me now
to where you reside
If I just listen and ignore
what others have done and said
I can always find you
when I just bow my head
(October 24th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoésiePoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
