Are you Lost?
I ask myself
that same question
often.
Today I drove
in an attempt to find
myself.
I heard water
before my eyes could see
rushing.
I found peace
listening, gazing, chilling
there.
I headed home
suddenly unbelievably spotting
Spoileddog.
I saw Spoileddog
exploring, sniffing, walking
you.
I'm lost again
shaking, pounding, uncontrollable
heart.
I feel myself
getting lost in your blue
eyes.
Again, I'm lost
And I don't want to go back
home.
I like your words lines.. it speaks of.. moments long not forgotten.. but none the less still raw and hard to speak of... Admired. x
ReplyDeleteId like to know who the Author is though, about her a little, a glimpse through the curtains unto the occupant, if possible of course.
Angelus.