Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Untouched - A Poem


bits and pieces
of life
torn away
floating endlessly
space and time
will they ever find there way home
can they survive
these ghosts of past lives
dancing with the guiding lights
of beautifully broken spirits
spiritual revivals amid shades of gray
floating into infinity
they roll with the tides of life,
as the ocean flows to the moons rhythm

I want to breathe deeply of the joys of my life sleeping peacefully throughout the nightholding one piece of untouched memory in the palm of my hand...

March 25, 2009 © S. C. Beck aka JustplainolmeAll Rights Reserved. No republication of this material, in any form or medium, is permitted without express permission of the author