I.

 

These lands I walk upon seem flat

I hitch a ride on a satellite and orbit the earth

And I give out my business card with its hidden girth

 

You’ve trespassed on my heart

My complete circumference you swallowed

Left me howling and hollowed

 

I called for a press conference

To clear the air waves of false lies

Hid behind the curtain in disguise

 

You put on such a great act

Ignited my seeds and wings on fire

Yielded to the Southern Hemisphere sire

 

 

These lands I walk upon seem flat

With torn sails, a ruptured hull, and broken mast

I build new memories while hiding the past

 

You’ve impressed me and tore out my tongue

Speechless without reason or taste

My affection for you has been displaced

 

I listened to your whispering voice

It echoes and emanates from the lost void

Shipwrecked on this jagged coastline and destroyed

 

You are the most masterly thief I know

Stole every concealed map and unknown route

Left me upon the flat land in dire drought

 

 

II.

 

These lands I walk upon seem flat

In the horizon I see mountains rise up from beneath

Tonight’s dagger stays in its sheath

 

These lands I walk upon seem flat

I see tremendous elevations reach for the sky

A potential number nine in each cloud passing by

 

These lands I walk upon seem flat no longer

And these lands are rebuilt with stone and mortar

And in these lands I have left my vestige

For you to find me, oh new lover from forever

 

 

© 2012 David Greg Harth

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