Two Hundred Years Gone
Lost like some are
that would wish to fly
on mad and terrible dreams.
Lost like those who starve themselves
of sleep, plunge into
the unscouted depths.
Nature’s seductive hymn
takes your mind past
the lonely void
to where your signature forms,
and your voice hatches out of spring
like the primrose and the daffodil.
Lost like time is lost
to the very old and very young.
Lost like the original light,
that weaves in the hearts of some
to help the rest of us survive.
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Malevolent Pegasus Literary Zine” November 2015
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