Displaced
October 7, 2011
Home is not home
Oh well of poison water
Left on a doorstep
Outcast, displaced
The outside is quiet
The inside is dark
Left to decay
Abandoned, Forgotten
Nobody knows it
Nobody cares
Selective ignorance
Unknown, unimportant
Bright eyes shine
The quest to be known
Ends in disappointment
Unfulfilled, thirsty
~wbv
Under The Tree
August 18, 2011
In the shade of your branches
Oh the fruit you give
With your leaves softly singing
In harmony with the wind
In the strength of your foundation
The depth of your roots
Everything breathing
Should think to honor you
In the stillness of moments
The hot burning sun
With darkness around us
Still wrapped up in love
A touch of cool quiet
In a land of loud heat
Is the peace that is found
Sitting under the tree
~wbv
