Where does the smoke go
when it’s done drifting ?
Where does the music go
when it’s been played ?
Where does the wind go
when the storm quietens ?
Where does the scent go
when petals fade?
Where does the taste go
when food is swallowed ?
Where does the peal go
when bells have been rung ?
Where does the moonlight go
when the sun rises ?
Where does the song go
when it’s been sung?
Where does the rainbow go
when you stop staring ?
Where does the morning star go
when it’s night ?
Where does the colour go
when the night’s fallen ?
Where does the darkness go
when the sky’s bright?
Where does the lust go
when it’s been sated?
Where does the youth go
when folk grow old?
Where does the wave go
when ocean levels ?
Where does the story go
when it’s been told?
Where does the memory go
when it’s forgotten?
Where does the prayer go
when it’s been said?
Where does the love go
when it’s rejected?
Where does the spirit go
when it’s not fed?
Where does the thirst go
when it’s been quench-ed ?
Where does the silence go
when the talk starts?
Where does the footprint go
when wind’s passed over?
Where does the life go
when soul departs?
Where does the truth go
when lies are accepted ?
Where does the vow go
when marriage is dead?
Where does the thought go
when it’s not written ?
Where does the poem go
when it’s not read ?
Trish Lambert
2010