Soul's cry

 It's been, as I always start with, eons since I spoke to you . 

The turbulent waters are still knee deep and I'm yet adrift on a raft I made,
out of the cobblestones of my wounds; to sail far away from you, unanchored,. 
As I drift, my priceless ego enjoys the taunt, the rhythm of the slow moon-dance, 
the silent putter of raindrops over my boat, 
and the breeze that further moves me to the unknown; 
the beckoning from beyond the ocean of lull. 
I have lost my senses to the busy humdrum of the mind. 
The presence calls to me like a far away wolf cry.
I sailed for adventure, alone and hungry 
I sailed too far unbeknownst to me 
The raindrops are all I can hear now, my friend and my foe
my heart pumps harder and I wonder if this is the end 
A world away from my world , in the shrouded darkness around 
alone as I came and alone as I seem to go now 
A journey that has been sweeter than I expected, 
got more than I had hoped for 
seen the things that I dreamed about 
felt the stuff of adventures galore
and yet the numbness stays with me 
 an exquisite quilt swaddled around me
and I wonder where I gave my powers away 
where did I fall without my knowing
where on this path did I really lose you 
where on this path did I give in 
now words are scarce because I see you not 
lost in my little hut of oblivion 
Trust is all I have .. and of mind now 
a trust I pray that yields to you 
a trust that can take me home 
That's all I have , and not anymore
Trust is all I have 
to take me home.

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