Prodigal!

if your loving be
...the face of God,

then i am the prodigal,
...without name,
.....or country.

your silence drowns
...the small child in me,
......and leaves the body

for the birds of prey!
my destination,
...lost in the sands,

i leave no footprints behind.
...nothing more,
.....than a wisp of smoke,

planting icicles in time's garden!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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