The offing is lost somewhere beyond here and there
a bare of ship horizon leads to nowhere but somewhere beyond here and there
somewhere beyond here and there is a time named, this second right now
where is he in this moment?
I am but lost in shattered tears while he sings a song- a lyrical blizzard of
swallows for her
Near to a shore lost by the offing already lost.
Time line, time line does not lie
and I do not write pretty pictures just emotions like moth ravaged tapestries on weathered walls
in old cold castled halls
reminiscent of the bard stile that once brought passage to my heart
before it fell apart
Pieces of which now lost in the offing -lost somewhere beyond the here and there
Somewhere beyond a time named, this second right now
where is my heart in this moment,
Clenched in his teeth somewhere on a bare of ship horizon leading nowhere with him,
just the swallows
who sing for her.
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
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