The State of Things
My road map, imagination,
My poor passion, horse and cart,
All my poems like a compass,
Arrows pointed at your heart
My affluence beyond measure,
Poverty defies belief,
All my treasure lies in heaven,
Victim of an earthbound thief.
Dreams sail on in search of beauty,
Music’s all that makes me whole,
Chains that bind me only duty,
Sole companion is my soul.
Sometimes silence fills my future,
Loneliness just mine to share,
Snow appears on every channel,
Yet such joy to know you’re there.
Brian Johnston
February 7, 2014
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