Posted by on Nov 12, 2010 in Poetry | 3 comments

The world seems too big tonight
To ever find the things
I so carelessly left behind.

The highway winds into the distance, black and uncertain
and while I cannot see them,
I know the ancient mountains rise behind
In the wake of my hurried passing.

I do not recall the journey’s beginning
and flight seems my only destination.

I run alone, breathless,
Searching the sky for dragons, the woods for lions,
Praying silently to whatever gods might be listening,
But no one comes to rescue me in dreams.


  1. oh elaine. how perfect. happy happy birthday day. xo

  2. this work tears me up on side and down the other. you have such away of exposing the inner emotions. thank you

  3. I love the dragons in the sky and the lions in the woods. So imaginative.

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