Sarajevo - Under the Linden Tree

Sarajevo - UNDER A LINDEN TREE The morning lights and to another day a pirate's chest you've found but will not stay for longer than the blinking of your eye from troubled sleep to wake wherein you die through every ticking second where you are as dense and far away as any star you sit and let your life and time run out and have become what others talk about You search to find where you can sit again, under a Linden Tree, like it was when the need for firewood made it days gone by but still you want to hear how love can't die. from time to time you'll always hear a clue between each word that's meant for only you coincidental to what you have seen you take it in as how each word must mean and this will guide you through the whole day long as certain as the hearing of "Our Song..." just at the proper timing of your need and then your thought will soar, it has been freed you cling to it and make it what must be the fabric of your life and prophesy and it will carry you from here to there into another day that goes no where. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet