Lost





looking through the trees
lying on these cold leaves
watching myself fall apart
feeling my dying heart

Come dressed in coats
to wrangle away the wind,
Say bye to the folks
A letter, you'll send

when everything is right
under these limbs tonight
tell them all is fine
this is the right time

Bring along some well worn jeans
and a few bundles of wood
Hang dearly onto me until it seems
We've done all that we could

singing in this foggy dawn
like we waited far too long
to hear the mourning dove
in mid-May's fleeting love

Stood so long on those feet
Mind is sad, tears came soon
You never found your seat
In my windowless room




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2008-05-12 at 04:43

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
Such a moving and
sad closing line.

This has a wonderful
flow to it and I found
it very easy to follow.

~L.~
2009-06-16