In Eden's Footsteps


How I miss the whispers we will never speak,
Through the mirror in the world that does not exist—
You are there, your smile lights the path
Of a thousand wandering ships.
Serendipity follows like a lost puppy,
Biting at your heels with every step you take.
And in that world the lonely son's soliloquies
Do not go unheard, for you are there to listen—
But through the mirror, to the world we live,
My voice goes mute as if I choose not to converse.
A thousand nights for a thousand ships, each goes by,
As I take for granted the one character
Who smiles when our eyes meet and who isn't
Just another placeholder I write to take up space.
But I thought you deserve to know,
I tremble silently in the dark when you're no longer near—
Happiness squandered just to live a life apart,
The saddest sight I have ever seen—through the mirror—
In Eden's footsteps, leading your fleet of ships.
    DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

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