Waves Toward Home.

Somewhere forgotten in
the trebble of life,
Lost, begotten, under
another knife,

Which way to the nearest
road?
Which way to that lost
abode?

Distant, those eyes, seeking
that lost thundering
tide,
Beneath the waves, just
another ride,

Crimson swirls in endless
worlds,
Scattered in waking
foam,
Head in headless, lost
in deathless,
Where they may roam,

Somewhere distant, in
one instant,
Just some place to
call home...
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(C) D.C. Chapman
08/20/2013