Unbroken

From the ground up we built it
to withstand the tests of time
and storms
and war.

Not yet fallen, it's on the brink
asway against a wind
unlike any
known before.

Fears are left unspoken.
The words of such
won't touch
a loving heart divided.
Will it all remain unbroken?

Awash in quiet lonesome
on a melancholy night,
"Come home,"
a plea unheard.

Upon the grass lies morning dew
when silent air is pierced,
unexpected
comes a word.

Tempests, tears and sorrow,
are signs you find
when you ask for time.
But I say only that I love you,
like there is a tomorrow.



Note: This item was found with the last known Lisa Lansing diary by Fort Worth Police in 1992. Both the diary and this work, written in pencil, were taped inside an antique baby carriage which mysteriously appeared inside the Kimball Art Museum lobby one morning.

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