The lost soul
As I fly between the skies
completely lost in space and time
belonging nowhere, roving everywhere,
the only thing I know
is all the things I miss,
the company of forlorn friends
completely at a loss as I,
my fellow wanderers in wilderness
belonging nowhere, out of place
wherever we appear;
and all that we can do
to somehow keep some foothold
is to stick at least together
to the only certain thing we have –
our love and firendship for each other.
Maybe in some better world
beyond all chaos and disasters
we shall find at last
some time to smile indeed,
as we shall meet again
occasionally through the aeons.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-12-01 at 13:20
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