The longest path that you have to tread is the one that leads to the one thing that seemed to be the easiest to find in the first place.


Find and Found



In a alley,
I learned the difference,
Between a "sure thing" and "snake eyes",
On a Bus-ride, I learned,
The difference of a howling laugh,
And someone "throwing-up",
And even on the streets, I learned,
The difference between us and them,
But yet on that same street,
Was the first time I saw,
The glimmer in your eyes,

I'd packed up and move away,
Again and again,
In New York City,
I learned to say what you mean,
And mean what you say,
In Europe I learned that friends,
Are not only local, but international,
And even in Arizona,
That even in the sweltering heat,
Even the forest, rain and the snow,
Have a place to stay for a while,
But through all of the stays and days,
All I wanted was to stay a day,
Holding you in a longing way,

The relationship of me and stability,
Has always been a strained one,
And yet, we always stick together,
On a road we both don't know,
And in some ways, care little and even not,
For it leads us home,
A little closer with every step,
I know you might not remember,
Or chose to forget,
The letters I wrote, so,
This last one may it not only reach you well,
But touch you like you have always touched me,

I was your camera,
On these roads,
I took your pictures in my eyes,
Hoping you held a piece of me in your heart,
Because your pure essence has always lived in mine,
I was your storybook that you'd never written,
In the streets where I carved out your name,
As you have touched me,
So have I touched the world,
And through all of this,
I touched everything with your essence,
And I just hope, at last,
When this road ends, I can finally,
Finally hold you, the way you held me,
And kept me warm through all of my travels,
My apologies for being away,
You just filled me so much,
That I had to share it, learn it,
And finally, love it,
Before I could make it back to your door,

Finding you was my greatest journey,
But being found by you, hopefully,
Would be the easiest of all,
'Til we finally meet,

The dancer moves without a trace,






Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2006-10-23 at 06:11

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Kathy Lockhart
this is a beautifully rich piece.
These lines caused me to sigh:
"I was your camera,
On these roads,
I took your pictures in my eyes,
Hoping you held a piece of me in your heart,
Because your pure essence has always lived in mine,
I was your storybook that you'd never written,"
Wonderful poetry!
2006-10-24


penfold18
Wonderfully written and makes one think of their own journey in life and the reflections therein.
2006-10-23


seda
very well written
2006-10-23


Zoya Zaidi
Very tenderly, sesitively and superbly written piece from the heart...
Thanks dear Saga for sharing this warm piece!
***Hugs***
love, Zoya
2006-10-23


BlueyedSoul
One beautiful journey you explore here brian...so very gentle and loving and full of your heart and soul.

~Blue
2006-10-23