I Am Lost

I am lost like the wind,
But I know not what it is;
Hope is like some candy
In a pocket,
Will not be missed
Or become dear.
If it's a mere wish,
First you have to grab it
And unlock it.

Like all of success
Is only approximately,
So is everything
Which implements each being;
Much is really - knowing
What is a part of me,
Learning with the senses
Actually then seeing.

They are then together
As strangers apart,
A moment or a word
That tingles in an ear;
Each of what is other
Is known by the heart,
Always in such meaning
To be close enough
And dear.

Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
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Written on 2010-01-03 at 11:42

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