< Is there anybody in there? : Patterns in the Night >
A three-sided shape stands alone,just waiting to prove its point.
An endless life cycles away,
but falls, as it failed to anoint.
A trio of pages are ordered,
as if they were part of a plan.
A backwards display of blue heaven,
regresses to where we began.
Perhaps you could join them together,
and then they would know where to go.
But somehow, you have to just leave them
as some people don't want to know.
An item of clothing discarded,
picked up by another, was found.
An object of value was auctioned,
but it fell, and it broke, on the ground.
A mother awaiting her child,
is distraught when she learns of their plight.
A daughter who once lost her brother,
has not got her future in sight.
Perhaps you could join them together,
and then they would know where to go.
But somehow, you have to just leave them
as some people don't want to know.
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Tags: poetry, moving on, strands of time
Posted by Ben on July 10, 2007 21:36 / Edited: Never
Tags: poetry, moving on, strands of time
Posted by Ben on July 10, 2007 21:36 / Edited: Never