Far Away: the Heart's Craving
I thought of “Far Away” as an escaping,
wild trees and flowers in all their rapt fury.
To be free of love and all its stiff draping,
fleeing dark emotions in a swift hurry.
Now I see bright orchids in their wild scaping,
shades of magenta, aqua and snow flurries.
But suitcases hold Things, not a heavy heart.
I must retrace my steps, begin at the start
of where it all went wrong, damage of colors
not our own. The inks and umbers invading
our love's pastel sanctity, bringing dolor
to what was once a chartreuse-golden shading
of sunshine and jade meadows, not the pallor
introduced by shadowy words evading
questions asked. Love's creations are worth saving.
I must return home, to sate the heart's craving.
4th Place
Far Away Contest
7/7/17
Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017
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