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Array ( [sid] => 23978 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Where I belong [time] => 2003-09-28 02:05:00 [hometext] => For good days [bodytext] => So my clock will continue to tick,
While the seconds seem like days,
And the hours seem to be the years,
But years of remembrance,
Of a life so far from today,
So alien to my heart,
That fails to sway
In the direction that it’s pulled,
By the sound of some distant voice
That echoes in my ear…

It is so far away, that world
So far into the Used-To-Be,
Where water was once clear,
And these seconds were so dear,
And She would listen,
But no longer,
To words that build bridges,
That ford the river,
That connect the two banks,
And make me complete

I want to be like that,
Like that which blessed the past,
By that which brought light to dark,
That trapped what little rays
The sun chose to present

In the time when simplicity
Brought happiness,
And bliss was to be attained
At the Alter that crumbles now;
In the time when
An afternoon drive solved
All,
And all was nothing,
Or small enough to mean
As much.

Blessed is the sound!
That is it;
The sound that instructs,
That listens,
That gives so much.
The sound that permeates
Through the darkest corridors
Of this soul,
That pierces through
Thorny walls and
Undergrowth that keep
The gates closed

The key to that great secrecy,
Though held by warm hands,
May rust still

[comments] => 3 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 21 [informant] => TheSchroedmeister [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

Where I belong

Contributed by TheSchroedmeister on Sunday, 28th September 2003 @ 02:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

So my clock will continue to tick,
While the seconds seem like days,
And the hours seem to be the years,
But years of remembrance,
Of a life so far from today,
So alien to my heart,
That fails to sway
In the direction that it’s pulled,
By the sound of some distant voice
That echoes in my ear…

It is so far away, that world
So far into the Used-To-Be,
Where water was once clear,
And these seconds were so dear,
And She would listen,
But no longer,
To words that build bridges,
That ford the river,
That connect the two banks,
And make me complete

I want to be like that,
Like that which blessed the past,
By that which brought light to dark,
That trapped what little rays
The sun chose to present

In the time when simplicity
Brought happiness,
And bliss was to be attained
At the Alter that crumbles now;
In the time when
An afternoon drive solved
All,
And all was nothing,
Or small enough to mean
As much.

Blessed is the sound!
That is it;
The sound that instructs,
That listens,
That gives so much.
The sound that permeates
Through the darkest corridors
Of this soul,
That pierces through
Thorny walls and
Undergrowth that keep
The gates closed

The key to that great secrecy,
Though held by warm hands,
May rust still

Copyright Â© TheSchroedmeister ... [ 2003-09-28 02:05:00]
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Re: Where I belong (User Rating: 1 )
by Dragons_Of_Rose on Sunday, 28th September 2003 @ 05:23:40 PM AEST
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Very nice, enjoyed the read.

Re: Where I belong (User Rating: 1 )
by painted_echos on Monday, 29th September 2003 @ 01:25:20 AM AEST
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this is sad, i can relate to the yearning in your poem, though not for what once was, but for what almost was. good write.

Re: Where I belong (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 08:04:12 PM AEST
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Impressive reflection, emotionally relayed.
Good work.

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