Poem: Spring Song

My life was filled with hope and wonder
The garden was so full
The apple blossom of my senses
And clouds of cotton wool

Where are they now?
Where are they now?
My children are gone
How can I go on?

I played in meadows of green pasture
The innocence of youth
The stinging nettles pricked my ankles
Learning lies from truth

Where are they now?
Where are they now?
My children are gone
How can I go on?

I stumbled crying in darkened forests
Terror filled my eyes
The guilt it choked me like a bullet
The pain had no disguise

Where are they now?
Where are they now?
My children are gone
How can I go on?

I looked for love in the face of strangers
Nothing could be found
I married blindly to be normal
But normality was drowned

Where are they now?
Where are they now?
My children are gone
How can I go on?

The spirit in the dark green bottles
Soothed the pain inside
Numbed my senses and the nightmares
The heart of me had died

Where are they now?
Where are they now?
My children are gone
How can I go on?

But then the dawn it broke quite quickly
I let my world break down
In the arms of love forever
All I lost was found

Where are they now?
Where are they now?
My children are gone
How can I go on?

And so we walk a chosen pathway
The horizon’s bright and clear
Holding on to those around me
Beyond the next frontier

Where are they now?
Where are they now?
My children are gone
But I have to go on

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Author: seagullnic

Writer, editor, lecturer and part-time musician. Passions in life: my family, Bob Dylan, music of many genres, Brighton and Hove Albion FC, cooking plus good food and wine.

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