Lost

Lost


I have been found sorely lacking in love
A soothing balm for my aching soul I cannot find
Where is the calm sea for my tempest tossed heart
The rest for my weary life
I stand as the rushing wind counts off the years as quickly as leaves fall from their trees
I see not the passage of time
But wake to strains of songs reminiscent of my days long gone

Time they say waits for no man
How much I wish this were not true
I would stand awaiting your appearance
Dressed in a fresh face, soft, with glowing skin unmarred by the lines of care
My voice pleasant and comforting to this your new found home
My heart open and singing
My eyes bright, the color of sky touching water

I see now with eyes that change color as fast as my storm charged mood
Where once our hearts danced a ceaseless rhythm
Mine now beats aimlessly out of time
I can never fill that vast, empty place from where you moved

I often wish to see you walking toward me
The sun on your hair, an easy smile on your face
Incessantly humming the tune I so love to hear
Why can I not forget you
Remaining as a blinding memory frozen in time
Forever etched in my saddened thoughts

I search the horizon for your return
Somehow hoping your memories of me are as fresh and brilliant as the day you left
Memories that would draw you back as the tide must rush toward the shore
Cleansing the sand to begin anew
But without love there is no balm for my aching soul
No rest for my weary heart
No place to call home

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