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 Now here I am
Pleading for help
Calling to you
Shouting into the emptiness
With a mute voice
Or like looking into the darkness
With no light
Or looking into the void
With no eyes
As if between galaxies
Calling to the stars
And hoping to be heard

Here I am
Like a note in a bottle
Set adrift
Thrown from crest to crest
Hoping to be found
By someone
By anyone
Hoping to found
By a curiosity seeker, perhaps
Perhaps, by you

Yes, here I am
Hoping to be found
Hoping to be believed
Hoping to be believed
Perhaps by you.

Wanted

The Quest

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 I walked a road well traveled
And stopped for quiet meditation
It was a silent spot beneath an elm
Where muses sang
And fates announce their next intentions

And where just beyond unseen reefs
My self-made phantoms stood
Like sirens singing in the wind
As if but set on trapping idle visions

It seemed it was a fay My childhood dreams had lost
That whispered in the breeze
To call my restless lamentations
Bewitching all my thoughts
To break and cast aside
The chain of all my traveled repetitions

My muse had made me master of my dreams thought lost
And the fates had given substance to a childhood vision
And called me to arise and walk
Where only dreams and faith and walking would
By walking
Make a path
Yet innocent of repetitions

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At the Gateway

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 At the gateway of tomorrow
There stands the mirror of time
And the further you look into the future
The more you'll see lost roadway signs.

Bewitching is the mirror of time
With the dazzling light from behind
For the road you see in the mirror
Is not found on its other side

Nor is there a path, nor a mountain track
Nor a shovel, nor a hammer nor a pick
Nor a bandage nor a salve for your bleeding flesh
Nor a cot nor a pillow for a weary head.

 

The Bridge

The Bridge

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 My bridge to tomorrow
spans an abyss of time
reaching from this
to the very next mountain peak
to permit the smoothest ride

Its pillars are made of granite stone
and its girders are forged of steel
and it hangs on the leeward side
to protect me from the mightest storms
and the most gentle of breeze.

Yet once the bridge was completed
It was not a gateway in time
Nay, a journey to memories
of past hopes and despairs:-
The pathway I had walked on.

The Quest

Wanted

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 Wanted
For no reward at all
A man that is honest and kind
That too, perhaps
Is handsome and tall
And learned
And infinitely wise

He is wanted to rule
Our earthly estate
As if a prophet of God
And to still have faith
In the word
And the honesty of thought



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