For the lost ....

Where are you ? ... 

The one who swore through bitter tears to live days differently,

who pushed through murky depths 

scraping hardened mud off roots of indifference.

Where are you ? ...

The one who sought salvation

The dreamer of unfolding joys and tiny miracles.

What became of plans to uncover the hidden core of this worlds beating heart ?

When did you sow seeds of doubt hoping for better crops and greater yields?

Why are you circling rotting fields filled with perfume-scented doubt -

Watching decay with morbid fascination ?

Are you oblivious to the clouds gathering overhead ?

Do you no longer heed the warning call of birds ?