PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHT

Something like a heartfelt apology,

Lost words from a broken soul.

You will find me where the storms winter,

Where the sky, and lands enclave

Soaring with every depiction of grace.

An essence unbound by time nor 

The constraints of life.

Where do we belong?

Is it in the Nature that nourishes us,

The sands of the hourglass

Which have formed our foundation,

Or the inescapable ambivalence

Of this erratic world?

I am here,

Present in this life 

But not in the past ones.

Only fragments of those lifetimes remain.

So where are you?

Are my words yet to find you hiding?

Do the darkest reaches of this graveyard

Not satisfy your lust,

Your thirst,

Your fire.

Where will you find me…