TRIP TO HISTORIC BATH POEM 18

Our thoughts can fill our minds and what better way to remedy this than to put them on the page? It orders the thought and gives power to those emotions, as they have names and concepts attached to them.

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“We never live; we are always in the expectation of living.” Voltaire

Waiting

I wait for you anxious as you seem to be lost,

It is not normal for you to leave us,

On some special errand or secret deal,

For we are your secret and your home.

You return but somehow I feel we lost you,

For there were hours I needed to tell you,

Of all the plans and how we executed them,

But you were somewhere else and left me alone.

Since we first me we have not parted,

So how do I find myself when you are gone?

Muddled by your absence I write to you in thought,

And my eyes are moist for my breath is short.

Must you leave our confines to find more?

Or can we cloister ourselves as before?

There is no break in my attentions for you,

So we are in great need for we are lost.

“Truth is the offspring of silence and meditation. I keep the subject constantly before me and wait 'til the first dawnings open slowly, by little and little, into a full and clear light.” Isaac Newton