It’s lonely out here

lonely and blue

blue

blue

As long as the tears that have grew

 

Small and sandy

This desolate landscape,

                    The breeze

and the palms;

                    my tired knees,

my aching qualms

 

What do I say?

                    When do I flee?

                    Even when I had been rooted

                    Dreams were my forte

Nothing more, nothing less

 

It’s a long time coming:

the sun

                snow

                                smite of rust

I’ll wait for a while

                as I always have

 

For cities may rise,

Kings be crowned

Dictators

                may, will, shall

                                                fall

But all of this

                madness

                insanity

                revolution

Was not possible

Without hope,

 

A thing oft forgotten

In the face of tragedy,

                                agony,                 

                                malady.