Silent Air Poem by Roy Ballard
Silent Air
Lord,how I long to snatch
what swiftly flew away
and went with all despatch
despite my plea to stay.
Scant was the time and space
the kindly gods have lent
when I could stroke your face
to heal my discontent.
A desert route I see;
a setting sun behind.
I know that I am free
but freedom is not kind.
I walk without a will.
I call. The air is still.
Tuesday, December 4, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness,loss
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