"Lost" A Poem by V.G. Grace

Floating, 

 

floating 

 

through my mind,

wandering, 

 

wandering 

 

through the years,

I embrace sweetness of memory

and lose taste of present bitterness.


My eyes open to glaring light

but my heart remains in comfortable bliss

of bygone things

and bygone people.


There is peace that lies in the valley 

 

between past and present.
 

There is the comfort of refuge

in its green, cool space.



I ache to go home.

I long to go home.

I will never go home.