Sometimes in the evening light
He moves like a shadow on the land
Trying to find the things now lost
In this place he does not understand
Dreamless nights spent in search
Of times that have vanished in the mist
Dreams of the home with his lost tribe
And the magic of a family's gift
Forever wandering upon the trails
Under a moon of yellow light
Listening for the sound of crystal waters
As a lost panther vanishes from sight
Out of time and out of place
He longs to find his vanished home
Fighting a never ending war now lost
In this place where he stands alone
So say a prayer to the old gods
For this lost warriors soul
May he find his way home soon
Where the crystal waters flow
Please tell me what you think
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Soulful, bittersweet longings...
John, this poem is very touching, and I agree with everything Sandy wrote, below. 
Thank you for sharing your heartfelt work with all of us. 
Wishing you the very best in life, always. Peace, love & hugs, Cyn 
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Touches The Heart
Oh John, your words flow so beautifully to tell a sad tale. The warrior must never give up hope. The sun will rise and he will smile again in its warmth and the sound of crystal waters will always be there to calm his soul in the night.
I so enjoyed this write. Rhyme and flow as always were perfect! Brought a smile my friend. Have a beautiful day. Hugs and Smiles.
Peace and Grace. Sandy
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A softly sad pensive write! I think we all search for what we have lost along the journey of life!
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Beautiful.
I can feel this persons anguish of not finding his way home. I sometimes feel this. Great Job
Keep up the Great Work!
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