The anonymity of being.

In the land of milk and honey

in a world of lost and found,

memories travel fastest

along a trajectory of 

life's  cinematic surrounds.

While the smiles and frowns of a clown

are cast through shadows spent,

placed upon a crowd of confusion,

their presence don't leave a scent.

Navigating through season's change

the hi's and goodbyes are heard,

where the sun and moon

take it in turns to move

the wheels of strife.

Oh! Hear the phrase

in loving gaze,

in a place where lost things go

for that is where the heart does lie

in times of I don't know.

In the chamber of hollows

where love is linked

echoing down memory hall

two hearts die moulded

for all those to show.

Reviews

[kentuck14]

Quite a ride! Reminds me of those avante garde poets of the early 19 hundreds or the DaDa's of the 20's