How can I be lost? In remembrance I relive...
Originally Written: 12/4/1997 for part of my yr12 Final English Exam.
Earth childe
Searching the shore
For the gifts wind and water return or disinter,
And the down fire reveals.
In the stillness of your heart
Ripples of words felt, then heard
In the greatness of your soul
And you are drawn to stone,
Or shell, or bone,
Or drifts of wood that murmer to you.
With gentle questing fingers you touch
The spirit that dwells in the earth-born flotsam
That hums and sings to your heart.
Some only seeking to share their mystery,
To sing their song to you
And be released...
But others
Others feel a deeper need
To go where you go, to dwell where you dwell,
To give power of their origin and being
To your destiny, becoming talismans of the earth childe.
Earth childe
Searching the shore
For the gifts wind and water return or disinter,
And the down fire reveals.
In the stillness of your heart
Ripples of words felt, then heard
In the greatness of your soul
And you are drawn to stone,
Or shell, or bone,
Or drifts of wood that murmer to you.
With gentle questing fingers you touch
The spirit that dwells in the earth-born flotsam
That hums and sings to your heart.
Some only seeking to share their mystery,
To sing their song to you
And be released...
But others
Others feel a deeper need
To go where you go, to dwell where you dwell,
To give power of their origin and being
To your destiny, becoming talismans of the earth childe.
And how can I blame you When it's me I can't forgive?
