Far away,
       lost in time


There is a dream 
I often have 
about a place 
I since inside 
 far away, lost in mind 

Some years ago 
or so it seemed 
my path crisscrossed 
on many hills 
young mountain peaks 
I did caress 

Yet I feel 
there should be more 
a clear, blue pool 
reflecting all 
a crystal bowl 
that holds a truth 

To search inside 
to make some sense 
to clear my mind 
of all nonsense 
I hear a voice 
that won’t disturb 

A quiet pool 
so cool, so still 
mirroring all 
that’s held so dear 
yet one small pebble 
can destroy 
a noble dream 
a yearning fellow 

 

Marvin Young