I’ve been standing close to you
But I’ve been gone for a long time
While I worked and ate
I thought about people I never knew
How can I ever describe their fate?
Can a person dream for someone else
An unborn baby or his people
Can I tell you what happened to me
We can pretend it was you instead
Our roots are buried under the same tree
Your soul is afraid of you
Will you take it to the ends of the world
The best time is the night before you give
Even though your blood dries alone
The last minute is still yours to live
Who really knows the man I am
The pieces of my puzzle are scattered
Did they die or to heaven were they sent?
If they could only fly together like Starlings
The sky would tell you what I meant
Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on June 04, 2018:
Thank you Louise!
Louise Powles from Norfolk, England on June 04, 2018:
Lovely poem Mark. The words are very true.