Lost Iam


This is lost I am

Don’t come looking

For me – just let me be

Don’t bother me

The Weeping Willow

Is very quite and beautiful

Dusk coming softly

With no one by

To touch my soul

Full moon smiles down on me

I smile back – like a old wish

I shall whisper your heart to sleep

Down a laughing path of dreams

Colored things and light

Roses and lilies

An enchanted garden

Once upon a time

She holds the little

Daily sweets of earth

On high – of things

We loved well, she and I

Stars in the nights soft black

Leaves that swish soft like rain

This is lost I am

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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