Human

I seek what is lost;
To find what I cannot
See. 
My dreams touch
My skin.  
Leaving marks. 
Gold and dark. 
Days vanish.  
Nights consume
I am weary. 
I leave words. 
Spoken to strangers. 
Who drop them. 
To lay amongst refuse. 
Place me to rest. 
Amongst songs of 
Nature. 
Let me sing with her.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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