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
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2017
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