Lost
You've been lost along the equinox
of confusion's bitter myriad
And then you smile, but with a trace
of roses, pressed, between a page
We take a walk, beneath the limbs,
in filtered light, against the sun
It slips away, to welcome night
but sparks a light within your eyes.
A star appears, and alters time.
You suddenly become alive,
with stories I had never heard
And even birds high on the branch,
will stretch to hear what you might share
With quavered voice, but strangely clear,
a remnant of another year,
awakens from a buried box,
you turn a key, and now unlock
We walk the grove and as you spoke
a thousand words, once thought as lost
are ghosts, like shadows, under oaks
The leaves fall down and turn to ash
I take your hand, to gently hold
into my own, as I am told
about a child, in summer. born
then lost upon that autumn's door
I cry for you, ...your tears are dry
The comfort of the warmth of hands
unite us now beneath a sky
that's turning dark, across the land
I watch this girl now disappear
back into fog, she was before
The memory will drift away
Perhaps it's best to let it stay
We pass again, back through the gate
one moment left to hesitate
A change of view, each step we take
Tonight is fraught of sadness, great
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By Carrie Richards 10/15/14
Iambic Tetrameter
For Giorgio's Contest: Top Gun/Structured Form
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
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