With Always Desire - Poem by David Harris
The sun filters through the trees
creating with the breeze dancing shadows.
Sitting on my own I watch like I normally do.
Listening to the voices
that surround me all the time.
Some people call it lonely,
but I call it myself time.
When my mind can journey to worlds unknown
and have adventures on my own.
Creating images in my imagination
of places where I'd like to be.
Each journey that I make
is filled with new and wonderful things
that only a lonely heart
will always desire to get through every day.
28 May 2016
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