by Brian Francis
As I search, and the sun is setting,
I am looking forward to finding home.
The paths I walk in my mental landscape,
desolate fields I am forced to roam.
Changes seen taking place around me,
anger swirls like a storm above.
The fading ray of a dying memory
my only comfort is found in love.
Still, I search for elusive answers,
the horizon moves at an even speed;
just beyond I can sense the promise-
A distant voice speaks an unknown creed.
Posted on 02/09/2017
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