Faces Found In Places Lost
Faces found in places lost,
impassive, stern, and ill amused:
cold stone and wood with icy stares.
Ancestral lands are marked and marred
by oppressive visage cast.
They remain, lest we forget
the lies they’ve told, the lives destroyed.
But the years are rushing by,
and our amnesia threatens to
bind our hearts to stone again.
And so we lose our way and dreams
to cynical and skeptic fate.
We find ourselves lost among
stones and trees searching for
some burning heart to lead our way.
And though the broken, winding road
weighs our hearts and wears our feet
beyond the shrouded stones and trees
lie blue skies and golden fields.
To support the poet’s benign coffee addiction: Coffee.