Drifting on a world... tomorrow
Not to know the time ahead
Do we need a bucket… shovel
To wash our tears and build what’s left
Drifting on that worldwide ocean
Silence as our travel mate
Sound is what we’ve long forgotten
Horizons we’ve seen have faint
Drifting of our thoughts remembered
We found the words, we want to say
But there is no one who will listen
No one there… to drift away
Aqua1955
5 Comments
Ai Shan 20 Sep 2010
So very beautiful work, Ben!Emily Reed 20 Sep 2010
Sleek crystal beauty!ruth sears 19 Sep 2010
Always love your thoughtful words that go along with your works,this is so lovely Ben.Sharon Gonzalez 19 Sep 2010
VERY LOVELY IMAGE AND POEM, BEN.jerry carlin 19 Sep 2010
A sad and lonely poem, my friend!