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Lost Inspiration
by Lane Diamond
August 10, 1986
Count: 15-15-6-4
Time burns in me a shadow, which falls before me and behind.
It pulls away my memories and puts doubt upon my mind.
I bring it forth to find.
But I am blind.
Music soothes my troubled soul and makes me laugh; then makes me cry.
It moves my heart to flutter and makes me wonder how and why.
I sing it if I try.
But I am shy.
Sunlight lifts my very spirit as it cracks my weary mold.
It fools me with a feeling; I am so young, though I am old.
I reach for it to hold.
But I am cold.
Friendship offers me a chance; forget the lonely days ahead.
Dreams and aspirations I gain, old fears and despair I shed.
I'd break with him the bread.
But I am dead.
© Copyright 2008 Dave Lane / Lane Diamond (UN: diamond_hoop at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Dave Lane / Lane Diamond has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.
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