Mar 02 2007
Frustration to Cessation
Journeys are taken with
Many fences crossed.
Paths become betwixt &
Hearts pulse with more conflict.
Pain after pain
After ever-growing strain
Fills us with unending groans.
It seems it all has shifted.
But isn’t it a bit peculiar
How & when the oft-ignored
Objects of our past affections
Dredge up the
Lost & never-to-be-found?
Our hopes & our fears &
All of our dreams ever-so-dear
Hold our thoughts captive
But, as never before,
We feel so safe & sound.
APN
Copyright, 01/21/2007
P.S. — This piece is also found as a part of the March issue of The Porpoise Diving Life webzine.
