Lost

Lost.   Like leaves on the tide

That float far and wide

To land on some far seaside.

Lost.  Like songs when they end,

A voice on the wind,

Like wayfaring, wandering friends.

Lost like the beat of long-gone bands

That flew through lips and ran from hands

And tapped the feet at long-gone jams.

They’re never lost.

Lost.  Like dreams when you wake,

Those big plans you make,

Like pebbles tossed in the lake.

Lost.  Like flowers when they die,

Balloons in the sky,

Like seconds that tick right by.

Lost like the beat of long-gone bands

That flew through lips and ran from hands

And tapped the feet at long-gone jams.

They’re never lost.