Haunted

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H A U N T E D

 

I hear the sound

of a voice from the past

and it comes upon me still

and though I wrestle and resist

it’s greater then my own will –

 

for though I reign in my thoughts each day

and practice temperance in all emotions

the sense that I’m still so very much at sea

brings back those feelings of motions

 

rocking back and forth, as if by waves

and a wind tattering each hour – my sail

a haunting sound: always your voice

it quiets my mental gale;

 

peace spoken into my storm

soft assurances therein and thereby

that somewhere, some how, we’ll see the same sun

and watch same stars glide by

 

and so – through I hear not your voice any longer

and greater distance separates us still

I am comforted, yet, by the memories that I hold

and hold them close – I.

always.

will.

 

-mbl 2/17/10

About hollerscholar

I'm a theology & philosophy student, writer, web developer, and medical laboratory professional.
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