Wednesday 22 February 2012

Pitchfork


A star in the sky,
A drop in the ocean, 
A shell on the beach,
Useful to anyone?
Lost in the crowd,
Searching for passion.


North Star to the traveller
Paradise to the scorched
Home to a pearl
The real purpose forged?

Letting the storm pass,
Holding the roots tight
Afraid to be blown
Or enjoying the sight?


Ended already
Or yet to start;
Closer still
Or time to part;
Illusion of insecurity
Or belief of the heart?