Monthly Archives: January 2013

Lost Ones

My own desires tear me down,
And darkness feeds the swollen ground.
The eyes of lost ones covet all,
Whose hearts are strong and full and tall.

Within the walls of dreams unbroken,
Lie burdened hopes and cares unspoken.
Beyond the shores of cast-off lies,
Drift sinking waves and hissing tides.

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Bound

Cold requests that which once would abound,

beyond the edges to which mortals are bound.

In echoing whispers of tremulous sound,

the loss of those souls which we hope to be found.

 

What have we to be lost on a mid-summer’s day?

What darkness surrounds those who laugh it away?

A faithless decision and cureless disease,

Can bind flesh, soul and bone with the simplest of ease.