We love

We love
But we are
lonely in ourselves
we reach out
but the earth
cannot tell
neither the stars
or the suns of stars
or the galaxies
of the suns of stars
or the universe
understands
how our world
makes us lonely
once we were
the roots of trees
that broke through the soil
once we were
the water springs
that sprang
from the mountainside
what are we now?
We are oil and plastic and concrete
Nothing much to talk about
Nothing much to be proud of
Nothing at all

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012