The Lost Years Poem by Robert Edmondson

Come gently to me oh sweet angel
For I stand on the brink of the void
I once called my imagination.

For so long without creativity
my soul dies
so come to me
now in my hour of despair.

Oh gentle one
where are you
have you not heard my summons
have my cries gone unheard.

Quickly enter my world
fill the void with images unending
for the soul dies without it
and I have not seen you in awhile.

Light explodes, images stream
like a mountain waterfall.
sights, sounds, partial dreams
horrid nightmares, the balance
has been achieved.

My void filled
my world waiting
the raw energy wanting to be used
now what stands before me
the endless possibilities,
of my imagination.


A shining angel stands before me
smiling at me with the smile
only known to long lost lovers
Wondering where I have been
I tell her I was lost, but now
I've returned.

I embrace my beloved
her magick filling me
her power flowing through me
giving me back
what I had lost.