A stone tossed
Into the vast sea
Making ripples, disappearing
Being set free.
Our spirit
Our soul
Searching, forever searching
For that piece to make us whole.
That place
That moment
To no longer be restless
Just to be content.
As the poet searches
For which word to write
Wondering about his life
Whether it's been done right.
By the lit candle
Surrounded by the dark
Emotions are scribbled
That are raw and stark.
Searching for truth
In a world gone mad
Watching the disintegration
It is truly sad.
We've become less dependent
On talking face to face
Internet, texting
Not occupying the same space.
Will spoken word
Soon fall by the wayside
Or without our noticing
Has it already died.
Staring at the ocean
A life sometimes off track
Thinking, wishing
I had that stone back.

(c)2009 T. LaFountain