Knowing the Yearning

    How can we express the years when the daisies tickled our toes
    Knowing the yearning we felt as children is unknown
    From time to time, we are numb to our freedom
    Crossing bridges that hush our fever none whatsoever
    Until our lives are up and gone

    The longer we have been fashioned to hear a cry in a voice
    Then even more do our memories serve us right
    Now here I am finding that special place
    Where we are pulled as missing pieces of a puzzle
    To fit in one more passing night

    I have said that I sing a gentle lullaby to escape the confusion
    Found on the upturned face of the warmest feelings
    Taught my soul not to be the cause of trouble
    When in the midst of a battlefield time becomes a prison
    Where you will find me kneeling

    What does a whisper matter when it bravely promenades
    Under the piercing light of the brightest sun
    Someone said if they knew why we observe so little
    They would know why we have chosen now
    To express the years undone

    The strongest mind I am told cannot hold its breath for very long
    Therefore, we must say farewell, retreat from the past
    We are left to express the years when daisies tickled our toes
    Upon the pages hung on the walls of time's prison
    Missing pieces of our puzzle found at last
    Source URL: https://bloomfineart.blogspot.com/2011/06/knowing-yearning.html
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