the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time

Day 278 – Reconnected

Leave a comment

My glasses have been wiped clean:
A perfectly renewed sense of vision,
New lenses for viewing the potato-skin land,
Once dried, and cracked.
Caked into the impression of footprints.
But now?
What a sensational sight.

Where land-locked can be unlocked,
And the water flows in graciously.
It offers it’s cool arms,
Reaching through each crevice.
It takes in all that needs reassurance.

What a dream I must have been having,
To think that I have reached ultimate purity.
A replenished ground of waterways,
Threading its streams through the lands,
Interlocking like lovers joining hands.


Thoughts? Feel free to share!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s