A meadow made of broken clocks
Etched stones lay overgrown
Puzzles of the inner flesh
Laid out in symbolic linear blocks
Are the seeds of tranquility left unsown
Words gone unspoken
So much left to say
I lift my eyes to the sky
My Heaven is so far away
I trod a long lonesome path
Seeking answers that lay ahead
Questioning time's fateful wrath
The sole of my feet
Quietly trespassing death's bed
In a small dirt patch I layed
Sewing new seeds of memories to last
Tears of my life fall and yet never fade
Each new piece of grass
Becomes a sharpened blade
Internal embraces no longer filled
Tomorrow's promises another empty day
I turn my eyes to the sky
My Heaven is so far away
Though I'm still walking life's track
Listening to my watch slowly tick
I can't help but to look back
Though my tears mark this place
Left behind I pay a great toll
Each new day I reach out
To the imprint of your loving face
That you left upon my soul
If you could only know how much I miss you
Soft cries in the night as I pray
I fold my hands and hold my heart
For Daddy, you're never so far away
- Author: Jamminblu (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 18th, 2017 22:22
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 44
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