Lost in Translation

by Maple Tree   Jul 31, 2017


Lost without a compass
during a time of shadow dancing,
eyes lose focus; nothing seems real.

I collect stardust, fill my pockets
so that when I walk along a narrow path,
it seeps through holes, for "though art holy".

You will see angels gather
a meeting of passing,
for a fallen soul....

but it's just me
alone in the night; lost....

    report violation
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  • 7 years ago

    by Tara-Kay

    Oh, Andrea,
    This piece, haunting, dark, the sadness in each line,
    it really is a great piece, i'm just at loss for words.

    x

  • 7 years ago

    by Britt

    When a soul feels dead but they're very much alive, is such a dark place to be. I love the idea of stardust filled pockets seeping through holes and the 'holy' piece. To be holy means to be "set apart", and sometimes that feels lonely and dark. What a beautifully haunting piece. <3

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, just beautiful. I'm at a loss with this. I'm just absorbing the words.

  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Why do I feel like I could have written this?? (Of course not as well but you know what I mean...) Our emotions are usually so in sync it's unbelievable!

  • 7 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    Wow, Ms. Andi, really hats off for your beautiful words as ever!

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