By Martin Falatic
Written 2005-02-15
Revised 2010-08-10
I walked forever, only to find myself at the beginning again,
But nothing’s the same anymore.
Tell me of the sun, with his fiery and unforgiving stare,
and I’ll tell you of the moon and her slow, cold march across Forever
Tell me of the sea: show me in words that ocean far from home,
Her waves kissing the rocky shore, grinding it to dust over eons
Wear at my body with your earnest intentions,
Strain at the chains that hold me fast
Reach for my heart, behind its barbed-wire gates,
And I will give you the key to all that was forgotten.
