Surfari

Suave

Pretend

nomad

nothing’s going on here anymore,
the last is left to lock the door.
a church bell is the only mark,
the old town is now dead and dark.

i can’t stay, i’ll drift away,
i don’t care the time of day.
i’m a breath, a loose leaf torn,
days a passing shadow borne.

loud solitude, light’s fading fast.
i’m a nomad, i’m a ranger,
in my own land i’m a stranger.

angels roaming in the mist, whispering,
i’m still here, i exist, no one’s listening.

make my bed at the river’s end,
light a fire over moving sands;
wade in water dark and deep,
ride the moonlight till i sleep.

loud solitude, light’s fading fast.
i’m a nomad, i’m a ranger,
in my own land i’m a stranger.

i can’t stay, i’ll drift away,
i don’t care the time of day.
i’m a breath, a loose leaf torn,
days a passing shadow borne.

i’m a nomad, i’m a ranger,
in my own land i’m a stranger.


Jackson Lucas ©️2025
jjacksonlucas@yahoo.com

nomad

Didn’t hear the clock when it slowed
Didn’t see the lines being closed
Didn’t feel the shift in the air
Didn’t know I wouldn’t see you there

Thought we’d have another season
Never needed any reason
Told myself there’d be a next time
Didn’t read the ending signs

It's the little things that haunt me
Forgotten words that used to want me
Snapshots in a moving frame
Turn to ghosts without a name

That was the last time, but I didn’t see
Last laugh, last call, last memory
How was I supposed to know
That ordinary moments go?
That was the last time, quiet as snow

Could've held the door a second
Could've listened more than reckoned
Could’ve paused the day we made
But clocks don’t ever let us trade

Never marked the day it shifted
Till the space around me drifted
What I’d give to say a name
To something time already claimed

That was the last time, but I didn’t see
Last word, last ride, last stay with me
How was I supposed to know
The quiet moments matter most?
That was the last time, didn’t get to hold

Not every exit has a sign
Not every break is drawn in lines
Some endings walk in, soft and blind
And leave us years behind

That was the last time, I blinked too slow
Last chance, last joke, last don’t let go
Now every echo in the room
Feels like a warning come too soon
That was the last time, and I never knew

The Last Time

El Dorado

Paraiso

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Orbiting

In Morocco

Petit Etoile

Home is where the art is.

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Orbiting

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