I seek again
my lost beautiful eyes
which used to capture
the fleeting time
in the vessel of a memory
For all that I need
is an unwavering focus
where I flee around in the moment
like a flying bird that is still
on an airless day
I will find my way there
in the flow of it all
where nothing else concerns me
but the thought in my head
It takes me to places
beyond where we stand
The amulet in my hand will vanish
for it will have fulfilled its purpose
That’s where the journey will begin
That’s where I will finally begin
Wow! An impressive poem that moves one’s imagination.
Hmm. What food for thought!
Well done! Thanks! 🙂
Thank you for engaging with it, David 💫