In a distant place, look up at the stars. <br />The sun remains the same day after day. <br />So much to think about, so much to see <br />To understand, almost got there, <br />Finally almost got somewhere. <br /> <br />Wandering on narrow paths, the slope was steep <br />The clouds not so high, and with numb feet <br />Slipping and sliding on small pebbled paths. <br />With boots on, roofs far below <br />Yes, far below lay the village street. <br /> <br />I was the almost poet, the almost wanderer <br />Almost understanding the meandering path <br />Was the sequel to my meandering life; <br />I was the almost bard; what was left were <br />The remnants of words and a life full of strife. <br /> <br />Teach me the almost phrases of realization; <br />Tell me why my heart aches so; I, this sadness <br />Almost fought; Watched the battle and then the mist <br />Watched the rain fall onto stone spires and then <br />Almost, almost held my life in my fist. <br /> <br />Copyright: Rani Turton<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/almost-somewhere/
