Too many songs I’ve written then forgotten
Too many poems I’ve penned and never read
Bereaving of a song
Sand through my fingers, gone
How will they ever be…
The days, the lines gone into documentation
The waste of time, times two, I’ve told myself
But it’s a warring thought
Against my spirit, Not
Another day distraught
(There is)
Meaning in it all
A purpose and a call
Awaiting time to shine
Awaiting darker nights
Where only I can sing
Into their suffering
Revealing You in me…The meaning in it all
When they mine my grave
For the treasure never spent (treasure never spent)
They’ll sadly walk away
For eternity
Has all of me
Chelan 