Staring, as I often doA Poem by Jack...far away love
Staring, as I often do by jack Staring, as I often do This distant place of wondering Afforded of a mystic view Raising flags, woven free upon the wind Across the sea In your pocket to remain A piece of me in charms upon a silver coated chain Floating of its own ebb and soul Waving as forever comes Sent of lost and feathered shore Grinning ear to ear Taken from a prison camp Framed in ocean’s mist Found and lost and found again Something I can not resist Each day I reach, in lengthened gathered steam Drinking of a lemon scent and foaming parakeets Dancing on the beach of wings Searing on the feet Floundering, dreaming, asking… When will you come to me Fingers shade the sun Bleaching on its way So, so far away This distant place of wondering As I often do, staring Hoping to find you © 2013 Jack...Author's Note
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StatsAuthorJack...San Antonio, TXAboutNot much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..Writing
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