Lying here, watching planes
leave their trails on the sky,
Listening for passing trains,
sounds so lonely I could cry.
Listening for a knock,
all night awake I lie
Watching ships at the dock,
feeling so sad I could die.
Where is my love, oh where?
On land, on sea, in empty air,
I know I'd find my love somewhere
If only I could fly.
Follow the homing pigeon's track.
Salmon climb waterfalls at any cost.
Even a stranded cat can come back.
The world's full of paths
how can I be lost?
If I remembered, the path would be there at my feet.
I'd meet my lover at the garden gate
the waiting done, we're home.
Friday, December 09, 2005
Paths In Air
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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