Poetry
Lost Oasis
Ever felt you're missing pieces,
Senses dampened, will defeated?
No matter the lengthy thirst for life,
Shallow rivers run depleted.
Ever tried to switch your step,
Seek outside the box for meaning?
Picked up your bones and headed west,
In search of arid land worth greening?
Ever known to want the end,
Lay your soul to ground and free it?
Return to earth the dues you spent,
From which we grew but not once seeded.
Odd how simply things can change,
How often tides will rearrange.
As the moon, it seems, is shining brightest,
Orbit sways us into darkness.
Ever seen a loved on wrecked,
Living traumas you've known in wealth?
And despite your counsel being correct,
You can't apply it to yourself?
Ever heard a grown man cry?
A world so fragile in that instance,
Built from rules we chose to pry
From notions false of our existence.
Ever wet the sand with tears,
Not expecting evolution?
But as the fog and hurting clears,
You see you've moulded a solution.
Odd how simply things can change,
How often tides will rearrange.
Let me orbit back to face this
And build a blossoming oasis.
Tom Fry
