I'm
lost in the glow of glittery things, yet no diamond.
First
known when lost!
I have
held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all.
What's
left to lose?
Moments,
their perfume lost, can't be found again.
No,
nothing's ever lost!
I have
lost my back and forward. What do I do when lost?
Stand
still. The trees and bushes beside you are not lost.
(Space
lost its vast dimensions and
drew
comfortably around them.)
I
finally lost my fear.
Wherever
you are is called here.
(She
found and lit a last candle.)
I
found one of your poems today. I keep them all in an envelope.
I've
seen you but I'm only now finding you.
(He
found himself thinking of the green park a year ago.)
I
found I could say things with colors and shapes that I couldn't say
any other way.
I
found you like a trinket in an old trunk.
(He
found the answer down on his knees, found the great treasure standing
all open.)
Free
me from worry, that familiar pain, that trail lost and
found.
(A
clear head will find itself.)
Wherever
we are is called here.
2 comments:
Lovely stuff, old friend.
Thanks. Google search results and lines from my journal in a different context.
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