A long
and winding umbilical cord
That melts into the distant
Disturbing
sparkling fantasy of a mirage.
A snaking dusty trail hemmed
With rosemaries, pansies,
fennels and violets
Fading like a refrain of a lullaby.
A sad mourning song
Of a windy August night
Voices of homeless times
Joys
and tears waiting to be discovered.
Dancing
images of light and shade
Merging heart-shaped silhouttes
Against the glow of hope and fate
Frail dreams
walking on a dusty trail.
Sometimes I struggle alone
Toil, ***** fall and
cry alone
When you fail to understand
me.
And I trudge on
in the windy night
Toward the holy grail, heaven's ecstacy
To voices in the dark
calling my name.
-dougwa-
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
A long
and winding umbilical cord
That melts into the distant
Disturbing
sparkling fantasy of a mirage.
A snaking dusty trail hemmed
With rosemaries, pansies,
fennels and violets
Fading like a refrain of a lullaby.
A sad mourning song
Of a windy August night
Voices of homeless times
Joys
and tears waiting to be discovered.
Dancing
images of light and shade
Merging heart-shaped silhouttes
Against the glow of hope and fate
Frail dreams
walking on a dusty trail.
Sometimes I struggle alone
Toil, ***** fall and
cry alone
When you fail to understand
me.
And I trudge on
in the windy night
Toward the holy grail, heaven's ecstacy
To voices in the dark
calling my name.
-dougwa-
