I stand in the sand
surrounded by time
surrounded by home
and a piece of my mind.
I stand on the soil
that gave em my life
that sustained me and grew me
that carries me still.
I opened my heart
and look to the sea
I dream about the women
who have sustained me.
All shallow and cold
and half filled with doubt
all frosty and tired
once in now turned in to out.
A face in the crowd
a face lost and found
someone who once cared
who is not now around.
Chasing the infinite
finite buried within
open infinity
looking for light.
Sever the ties
binding me down
flying too high
touching the sun.
Return burned
salvation in a matchstick
fire in my pocket
alive to the changes.
Alive to the sound
the beckoning forward
the siren's call
that sustains me still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You and I both, Shaun, you and I both. Except for me it was men, of course. :) It seems to take diligence and discipline to move forward. Maybe it is a matter of breaking old habits, and creating new ones. Anyway, I am on my way, moving forward! Half a love, half a heart, half a man, is NOWHERE I want to be. :)