In the waist lands
Of wandering hearts
Love is lost
In unseen art
Unread poetry
Unfinished
****** of parts
Overgrown gardens
Meditate by
Statues of children
  That never die...
Tilted birdbaths
List in once mind
I never meant
To leave you behind
Another piece
Of mine
Guitars need new strings
The dusty shelf
Once an amp
Aching bones
Worn out mat
Yet still
A poet walks
  A poetic path!