The Swimmer

 I'm not yours 

Like it used to be

Now I'm just lost 

Swimming 

In rough seas 

Clutching onto your memories 

Like a broken tree 

To keep me afloat 

In this now 

Gentle breeze

But I know 

When I really look 

At that tree

My old love 

Loved to be quiet 

Loved to be loud

 

Loved to be kind 

But 

Sometimes 

in the twilight 

Lost and floating at sea

I also know 

Her old

Love still blows my mind 

Wherever it takes me 

Wherever I go

Even though

It's like a tree 

Covered with a philosopher's

soul disease 

As I look for शम्भल 

Also known as

Śambhala 

In the lost lands of 

Tagzig Olmo Lung Ring

A mythical place 

I now float to 

Where the brokenhearted 

Gather in huge burning 

Paranormal circles 

To sing 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy