Broken Poem by Eugene Robbe Timson

Darkness fall on the hills
Silence fills the air
What went wrong where did you go
Do you still think of me

My mind wonders on in the distance
I hear a echo my heart is calling

I weap alone under the old wallow tree
A shooting star I see, could mean hope

My thoughts wonder on to the lemon tree
I grasp the lemons in my hands, I forgot how to make lemonade

Old wise one if only you could speak
If only you could say one thing
Tell me a story old wise one you bare the scars of war you have seen it all, do you also weap like me

My heart bares the scars........