Childhood Friends

gone are my childhood friends

lost in time they will not be again

gone are my absolutes

except God’s truth

and no one speaks of Milton

of art or about photons

no science nor philosophy

gone is my ocean

I have wandered inland

into our heartlands

in to the rustbelt and farmlands

I miss the sea’s tranquility

the calm and pacific it left in me

I miss my old societies

but time has passed and things changed

I am alone in thought and circumstance

no one reads my poetry

what is this force that drives in me

to write these words which no one sees

while ghosts and memories haunt at me

ties that bind- won’t set me free

I wish to find conclusion

conclusion and resolution

but that my light denied

stands far away in time

© 2008 Brian's Prose