Lost Girl Found. - Poem by Leah Ayliffe
Living in the West End
We made our way downtown.
City lights, night people,
To the skyscrapers that shine tall.
Arms linked like golden friends,
Drinking captain straight from the bottle,
Laughing and screaming underneath the stars,
We didn't care who was looking.
Up up up to the top,
Second last floor please, straight from the lobby.
His view was magnificent:
Dreams of bright colours fused together
In a vision of dancing streetlights.
We played the right games,
Truth or dare,
Dare me baby, cause the truth is too hard
For a girl who has lived many different lives.
It gets a little hot, the crowd a little thirsty,
So we make another round, drink a little more,
Til the clock hits 1 and I need to go.
I left alone.
I walked alone.
Down the almost empty city streets
That was still filled with noise.
Rain gently falling from the sky,
The air smelled of sweet summertime.
I was not afraid,
I'm a lucky little girl who wanders in the dark,
Always searching for a spark.
I didn't know what it was, but I was looking for something.
Lost, not in the streets design.
Lost in my own head.
How do you purge the fantasy you've built in your mind?
Everything I want is trapped in there.
The busy noise turns quiet.
The buildings start to fade as I reach the beach,
On English Bay.
The water soothes my mind
Because it leaves the shore so often,
But it always returns for more.
I'll always want more from this life.
As a child I wandered too deeply in my pretty mind,
I was scared of all the things I'd never find.
The world I may never see,
A love so true it would kill me in the most beautiful way.
Every old movie film with black and white starlets on the silver screen,
Every old story that my fingers and memory may never touch.
The moment I stopped searching for answers
I was set free.
The questions don't matter much anymore,
I let them drift away behind me.
I let myself surrender to the tide.
I gave myself to the movement of the oceans wave.
I go wherever it takes me,
Where my good vibrations send me.
I trust the starry universe, the metaphoric God,
Where city and nature collide in harmony,
I was reborn a freedom angel.
I was found.
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