Poetry – Lost poems

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Lost poems

 

While our poems may seem lost,

Torn from our lips,

Loosed into the universe,

Released from their prisons

Within our dreams,

To fade into eternity;

They still exist

As murmurs on the breeze,

Ever quieter

But never gone,

For nothing created

Ever dies.

 

We are surrounded,

Engulfed

With the entire lexicon

Of humanity,

Of nature,

Of all life,

As it throbs

Through our veins,

Always.

For nothing is ever lost.

The past vibrates

Through the present.

Our dreams and poems

Live forever –

For as long as there is a breeze to carry them.

 

Opher 27.7.2020

11 thoughts on “Poetry – Lost poems”

    1. Thank you. It was prompted by Stephen Hawking and Olaf Stapledon. All time exists now. It is not linear. An idea.

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