Lives Past

This is the second version of a poem I wrote last year. Feel free to comment and let me know what you think!


Lives Past

Last Thunder of Midnight

Early Morning

Awake with weary wonder

Sift through dreams asunder

Hair of golden light

Gracious as days past

Tunic stripped

Winding desert road

Soul drawn bear

Beautiful bronze pale

Sweat dripping


Left wanting

Happy and unclean

Born free but bound tightly

Sitting quietly legs drawn

Sky fleeting forward

Red Beach Gazing

Small irregular findings

Leaving questions of conscious


Summer child tell us of your journeys

Who is this?

Daughter, Son, Unknown Kin

Who keeps Earth Moon blue

Sleep and hold thy sadness


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