Lost and Found

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    Lost and Found

    Lost and Found
    Written By: Minister Brian C. Ellis
    October 23rd, 2008

    I dreamed a vision that seemed like a glimpse into a future already present
    Like a past that I had once lived before in a time gone by instantly.
    There was a maiden that had become distressed but she wasn’t really lost
    She had become disoriented to her surroundings but aware only of me.
    As I approached her it seemed that her complexion changed with every step
    As I embraced her the sour smell upon her became as a sweet jasmine bloom.
    We walked in the garden as she trampled upon thorns and thistles barefooted
    I felt the scars from every brush of the sandalwood that I glided upon.
    No one was around to comfort the pain that I felt from her deceptive stare
    As she looked into the sky proclaiming this was the last time she would see it.
    Upon the rising of sun there was an over cast of dreams already viewed
    Someone else had the hurt, pain and lifelessness yoked upon their shoulders.
    Then I realized I was not alone in this abyss of time measured in a grain of sand
    But chaffs in the wind, I must live on until I am washed back out to the sea.
    Love is an emotion that is felt by few, lived by all but hate is a skin worn
    It can be applied like a coat of enamel brushed on completely torn in two.
    Does a heart truly exist in this world or is it just a figment of imagination
    Can this maiden ever love? Does she live to exist or exist to live in a tomb of time?
    Cannot a grave hold a corpse but what does the soul desire to hold onto?
    Promises broken are a lifelong story that is forever rehearsed in a time renewed.
    If we must dream then let us awaken to a new day with a new start upon life.
    Walking in the darkness, seeking a light that strolls along without our knowledge.
    Can my hurt be yours or the promise that I make, hurt you as a stabbing wound?
    Promises, Oh how I promised I would never drink from this cup ever again.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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