The Writings of Mary Lewys

I can hear the strum
Of the Earth’s engines
I’m so far down
In the dark.

So easily lost in
The crumbling coal,
Fool’s gold
And flimsy shale,
I forget what I came
Down here for.

Over the throng,
Over the thunderous quake,
I hear you mumble
Something soft and soothing.
It doesn’t matter what
You say or what
I hear,
Simply that you speak
To me
Reach for me
And pull me up.

I’ve forgotten the sun,
How to laugh for no reason,
Where the light shines
In all things,
But I have you to remember.
Show me the way home.

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© Mary Lewys, 2007