Lost and Found

Dusk, Say goodbye to the place you love Shadows intrepid, A shallow Grave of desire A wooded embouchure, a tightening grip A melody, Resounded, it's reverberation rejected Of sounds, Echoing, Through your negotiations A breeze, through the laughing bluebells of spring Extracting the numbness of vanity fiends Yellow indoctrination of the Daffodils sway Suggestive and playful. You penetrate realisation, Knowing you can never return By chance, You may find yourself again!