Lost And Fine

Bending with the breeze,

Marooned on a treetop,

A shattered kite

I am.

Intoxicated by a dream,

Sleepwalking through time,

A white shadow

I am.

A broken bridge across a sea of words,

wandering in the lanes of my mind,

A lost address

I am.

Stolen off a sense of a now,

Yearning for an again,

In the chiaroscuro of my existence

Rolling down,

Always down

I am.