A Glimps of lost belonging

The sunshine sparkles off laurel leaves
Hanging over the garden wall.
Glossy wet and dancing in the wind
And from the mornings rain.
I have a wrap round feeling
Of being in my place, of being loved
That I pray to hang onto
Or be able to call again.

In years gone,
In childhood years,
It was a part of me.
It's warmth ran through me
Quite openly and clean.
Ideas buzzed excitedly
With in my mind.
Happiness was that every thought
Was clearly clearly seen.

There is something somewhere
Deep and mostly covered.
Something I cannot quite
See or reach to tell.
My Meloncholly would leave it
Or better still loose it.
It is my life
Reflected deep
Within a well

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Now I am back and pointless am
For it has left me.
My tea's gone cold
So that's how long I stood and stared.
It is quite clear
I was never born to be an old man
Since now I am
How will I ever be repaired.

Stood at the back door February 2004