Like a distant thought of woes
this feeling I feel comes and goes
in the eastern place where God knows...
I miss out - wanting to go home
So I wash off the dust from
where I came, a river flows
I am like dust without a name
Am I to blame like a tree's agro
Sitting on this hill reminiscing
been lending time like cash
lately wishing for that special
something I dont have.
Im searching not realizing
im the only, im lonely and solitary,
sleeping on this hill dreaming
been spending time on myself thinking.
Nobody knows my pain- im screaming
this perfectly lonely garden life- im loosing
with no one to relate
Is this my fate? And so I wait
She must be invisible or
maybe its me,my mind, I must be for
I dont see nobody but me my gardens
precious stones and pets.
Im lonely, I have nobody for my own
Now its above me, so I ask...gently
dear God could you show me, send me
a sign, like Damian Marley said
"I've been searching and its
so hard to find"
Like Buju Banton sung, "I wanna be loved"
said, "Lock all communication!"- insted
A virtuous woman- so kind, so rear, so fresh and free!
I fall asleep quickly
Now the rest is history
Suddenly and finally
With the twinkling of an eye
Now the feeling goes by,
God knows why I hide and run away
I wont lie, hope she'll come my way
someday far away.
But its not for me to say
when and where to stop and stare
Im searching and its okay
For I'll take the trip one day- im already there.
Mythical_Poet- Work of Art
Copyright
(From the Anthology- Who Am I-2007)
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