Poetry

I've been going through old boxes and folders and found some old poems I dashed off sometime in the past and had saved.

Homecoming Sunset

an endless trek

across the

vast

and beautiful land

coming to an

end

my mind

caught

in the origin of my trials

saddened

by the thought of my home there

my eyes

lift

to the darkening sky

silhouetted peaks

capped with crowns

of gold

of red

dancing

in the purple light

they say to me:

"welcome home"

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Wandering.

Lost.

Confused by the path

that lies before her.

Woman steps on.

She cannot find herself,

and knows not where to look.

Everywhere she was,

she is no longer.

Vanished.

She searches on.

Lightening Tree

Strong, it stands alone

in the darkness;

its bare arms outstretched

unaware of its majesty.

Until the clouds break;

a singular ray

finds the way to its soul;

And it is beautiful.