Feckless Spirit

Withdrawing for awhile here,

A silent slow soliloquy

Hard by a place of quiet fear,

Seeking only to be free

Of expectation, theirs and mine

To be something I cannot be,

A tired refrain that tempts to bind

Us by a dreary dying sea,

There to dwell, forever blind

And ultimately to agree,

Try as we may to go and find

A way for you, a way for me,

There is no home or latitude,

Hidden there amongst the trees

An endless feckless solitude

Is all that we will ever see.

 

 

copyright r.b.franklin 04/02/06

 

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