Monday, February 25, 2013

Mediary thought



Madeleine

It's as if I'm not there
Filled with hope and then despair
An adequate state of know-not-what
A blank___ a slash/ a dash- a dot.

I lie as if I am awake
And walk with dreams I can't partake
I tarry forth back to and fro
Not knowing whence I came from, or where to go.

I slowly slip into the mist
Question things I can't resist
Scribbling lines upon the fog
Conversations with no dialogue.

This limbo is my winter estate
A solemn entrance to natures gate
I'm waiting for this mist to rise
To drift along with no surprise.

Deriving life from other things
Soaking up what nature brings
And in that mediary thought
I catch a glimpse of all that's naught.

Tonight I sat under the moon
It's getting fuller all too soon
But it was nice to simply rest
And imbibe all that's truly blessed.

These days have been my saving grace
Journeying through life at a steady pace
Planting ideas like little seeds
Hoping someday to eat the fruits of these deeds.

I'm off now to return
To my dreams where I shall learn
Of places been and lives forgot
Lessons learned and soul songs taught.

Solitary on Sabbath,
Harper



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