Bigdaddy245 Poetry (3)

Can we ever count our cost,
When this long journey
seem to have been lost
where do you find a smile
to put on your face?
When the truth is on the inside it
feels I've fallen from Grace
Will we ever find our way home,
Or stay stuck in this place,
where hope seem dead and gone.
Would have bid time wait
If only it didn't fly without the glimpse of a smile.

Rooted in this valley
We watched the sun fold her
petals
one by one into the navel of
the sky
Betraying us into an ambush of
shadows
Frightened we tremble as the
wind weeps through the trees
like a blind man's wife looked
outside on a rainy night
Time wound our heels
Time heals our wound
If we shall ever meet again,may
it not be on a moonless
night,that we not peer like
strangers into each other's face
May we meet instead under the
old crescent and transparent
smiles of the moon
That we may bend slightly
amidst silent smiles and
knowing nods in recognition of
the wrinkles of suffering and
dimples of smiles on each
other's face..

The land wreathes in rhythm;
And caressed with cruel history and rough tenderness,
Scratching the skin of my patience.
Absorbed with the shock,
I'm suspicious of this happiness
Like I've been.
The dearth of space
And the eloquent but emptiness of time,
Betrays me to presently squash and squander my solitude
I recognize this place,
This wilderness men call life
I've been here once,
Maybe more and more
Corollary to the indelible pregnancy
Of this thorns
And the profuse smiles in my wrinkles
Swam the Mediterranean
And climbed the Everest
But the pastures have all been eaten by termites.
Can't climb Kilimanjaro again;
Not because it's low,
But because it's home.
Now the sojourner is back
With more debt
Clinging to the breast of silence
And succoring in the navel of sighs without relief.