Archive for March, 2011

As She Was Lost

by His Nibs (j)

Dreams as dark as happiness in hearts that can not sing
A knife, a book, a compass fob beside a well-worn ring
Days that look much longer when viewed from far above
And warlike cries with tear-filled eyes sing transcendental love

As mist then clears to show the way to bourns as yet not tramped
And those deep eyes remain morose while hope within is damped
The way is thin and blessings scant the trail all ’round him cold
The sparrows quest so worthless here as love itself grows old

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