Treasure Island

Kevin East

(22 April 1954 / Amersham bucks)

The Past.


Don't hang your hat
On the past.
It's a dead fire
A muted choir.
A pretty liar.
Tied to your mast,
Sail on
And cast
Your fate to the wind.
Don't cry for a shadow.
Eclipsing your sun.
It's a deal done.
A web spun.
Where you broke free.
Fly in the ether
Of a fantasy.
Where a heart born for you
Beats constantly
That silent drum of love.
Leave the past below
As you soar above.
And fade with her
Into rainbow.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 09, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 09, 2013

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  • Poetheart Morgan (7/31/2013 9:01:00 AM)

    I use to say for the past, just 30 seconds
    Past is not guaranty of happiness but experience for the future.
    I loved the sound of drums too. Is like a big heart beat. (Report) Reply

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