After the Holidays
I am deserts
Looking at mountains
Miles away.
Asleep in my dreams
I don’t know
Where north is.
Every day,
Perhaps,
I can find my way…
Or lose it.
And my friends
Come near,
Fade in a day.
I look to embrace;
They are not there.
I say I’ll come back to it
And the world is gone.
Every name and face
Is still here.
So am I.
I can so relate to this one, Peter.
Peter, this rings true for many of us I would guess, myself included. Good read.
Les
Thank you each, Johnny, Sherry and Les, for responding
Peter