Before We Are Forgotten
A Poem
I am weathered Worn from winds aloft And weary From the ageless nights that bind the days on end
Hearing sounds of tortured land Of waves crashing Winds bleating Rivers swollen; time chasing all of us from the hearth
I am tethered Like a ball to a pole, whipped in circles held to stand-alone In empty spaces Waiting for the night To release me
Knowing only the shades of yesterday The colors of dawn The shadows that crawl Across my life and leave me wanting Whispering to myself
I am lost Finding no sense of relief From hedges past Of empty skies and nights Binding days in endless strings Do you hear me call?
Seeing clouds cover the sun Hiding light, my sight, my flight To another place Another dream Formed from all those fallen By my side Are you with me still?
I am lonesome Fearful of the crowd The endless chatter The echoes in the night. Will you join me now, Before we are forgotten?
