Holes In My Shoes
A Mountain forever
stands over me,
holding a treasure
she wont set free
Deep in her heart
beats a flame,
the organ of life
pumps into veins
Boating the breeze
blowing through caves,
passing the bones
of work weary slaves
Working a trail
through darkness
and fright,
playing her game,
long into night
The treasure I seek
isn’t of gold,
not of this world,
and nothing you’ll hold
This precious gift
I seek to find,
a poets heart
that flows divine
Seeking forever
in this poets hand,
I’ll walk to never,
as my shoes fill with sand
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