DesertWords

Lost

There is a peaceful place near a quiet stream,

a place I'd really like to see.

It calls my name, haunts my dreams,

a place where one can truly be

at peace with the world, completely free.

I just don't know where it is.

 

I long to find some place of joy

where meaning resolves life's disarray,

a place where laughter romps and plays,

good neighbors share, their glasses raise

to celebrate these halcyon days.

I just don't know where it is.

 

But perhaps it's not a place at all.

A darkness stalks these empty days,

taunts me through this wretched haze

where confusion lurks to claim its prey.

I've lost my soul along the way.

And I just don't know where to find it.

Comments3

  • peto

    I think it may be in your pen
    Enjoyed the read

  • dusk arising

    Be mindful of where you tread for one day you just may happen upon such a place. I know I did and I go there in my meditative mind to linger.
    It is in the depths of Wales, a valley with a stream which i know both in spate and drought.
    Take your mind to a place beside flowing water and relax into whatever is your state of mind.. Do it for real and you will find places which begin to satisfy some of your desires/

  • Goldfinch60

    That place is there and one day you will find it.

    Andy



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