I lost you a thousand times before
I ever knew your embrace
And I made a maze of patience
Of parallel lives and vacant space
I have known that want and may again
Now begun, before we are through
But even if we laid still as sand
We would fall as the wind felt due
~
Image from The Science Explorer
| Heart on Fire |
Thoughts, Stories, Poems
Un poème n'est jamais fini, seulement abandonné. A poem is never finished, only abandoned."Paul Valéry"
The Poetry of Emotion
Read on, it's good for the brain.
Scientist by day 🌞 poet by night🌛// business inquiries: huffinesc16@students.ecu.edu
My Own Paradise: Life on Seven and a Half Acres
Serial Outlet 
as still as sand and as infinite as the cosmos. exquisite!
Thank you! I appreciate you stopping by 🙂
You are welcome! It was my pleasure to read your poem 🙂
“And I made a maze of patience
Of parallel lives and vacant space”
are the favorite words that jumped out for me. I very much enjoy your work/ thanx
g.r
I spent a while fussing over the second of those lines 😛 I’m glad that you enjoyed it, and I really appreciate you visiting!
– Lily
“We would fall as the wind felt due” is particularly poignant. I really like that!
I was trying to express how things can’t stay the same, something will move you even if you try not to move yourself… Thank you, John 🙂