Poem: Streets

Streets

Sometimes these pathways seem pointless
Obstructions that block where you’ve gone
As I circle and spin and tread water
The mysterious search I am on

Look at the eyes and the smiles
Perhaps mother or brother; my kin
Any might help to define me
Know the where and the when I have been

Are you maybe my blood line?  Can you be what I see?
Each day walk these streets always looking for me

I would so wish to know you as key to my source
From wherever I’ve come in the line of due course

Feel the profound, darkened hollow
In a puzzle of lifetime’s blank slate
Pieces lie scattered and hidden
In the shadows they silently wait

Are you maybe my blood line?  Can you be what I see?
Each day walk these streets always looking for me

I would so wish to know you as key to my source
From wherever I’ve come in the line of due course

But life can at times bring deliverance
And this story will go where it would
Maybe the answers can surface
And erase what’s been misunderstood

Are you maybe my blood line?  Can you be what I see?
Each day walk these streets always looking for me

I would so wish to know you as key to my source
From wherever I’ve come in the line of due course

Copyright SGW2012