Missed by Leandra K BrossardI wish that I had known before,
that which I've come to learn.
And that, somehow, I could have seen,
the passing seasons turn.
Somehow I missed the world,
as it went on it's merry way;
Too tangled and involved within
my own confusing day.
Now looking back I realise,
just what I might have missed.
And that perhaps, I should have seen,
the early morning mists.
Bright waterfalls and sun-kissed lakes,
meadows full of dew.
Butterflies and yearling sheep
with, here and there, a ewe.
Too many simple things went by,
as I, unseeing, sat
and pondered how I wished my world to be,
not knowing it was black.
Decayed, unfocused, twisted, wrong
my world that fell apart.
Everything was lost and gone,
my poor world had gone dark.
11/29/1999 Posted on 09/25/2001 Copyright © 2025 Leandra K Brossard
|