Forgotten

At the point
when my being
stopped to look
at who I was
something held me
back from where
I was to be
and there you had it
right where you wanted
this to be
tied to a tree
too impatient to see
what it felt like
being free.
But now’s the time
to take our chance
and learn the dance
of a different tune
One that moves
down the path
choreographed
by circumstance.
Your beauty
it sits in stillness
with an echo
that bounces around
throughout my mind
where it shall stay
until the end of time.
For today,
tomorrow,
and yesterday too
we all stand tall
and watch it all fall
back into a place
where it will always shine
in the void
of a forgotten time.
BeLove © 2017

 

My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

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