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Created on: January 21, 2010 Last Updated: January 23, 2010
The Truth of Incomplete
Like a bird that has lost its flock
Or a clock that does not tick or tock
A light that hangs yet doesn’t glow
A watered stream that can not flow
A tree that blossoms but stands still bare
A sun that shines without its’ glare
A water vessel that can not float
Faith almighty without its hope
A glass half full but has spilled all out
A new beginning, yet its’ flame burned out
Eyes of beauty that can not see
Darkness where sparkling light should be
Found, then gone missing again
Never so lost, yet trying to pretend
Candles and wicks, but nothing to wish
This happily ever after, seems not to exist
A future unknown, with a past to forget
Silence, no words, mind crazed with havoc
Words and promises, belonging to no one
Dusk till dawn, with no morning sun
Man in the moon, earth with no sky
Soul twined to heart, yet no sound lullaby
Night holding dark, stars with no shine
Separately we go with answers to find
Peace without symbol, signs that portray
Letters of forgotten, pictures of yesterday
Remembrances remembered, instances forgot
Living for the moment, though your world has suddenly stopped
A locked combination, with no opening key
The image of us without you and me
The world we created, it will all disappear
The incomplete to all, is the truth without you here
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