Memories take me beyond a scene

Leaving my needs empty

Stones and pebbles

Remit a soul’s wander

Within careless mistakes

And hay that sheds misery

No longer exists

Taming the wild within

Excels a passion to give

Into a classic memoir

Receiving light from divine

And conceiving from the sky

Grows the seeds

Of continuity with placement

Of deeds and my kin

Rejoices

Posted by antozak in Poetry