Lost In the Dark

You've been lost along the equinox of confusion's bitter myriad Although, you smile, there is a trace (somewhere in the languid night), of emptiness, turned bronze, instead We'll take a walk, beneath the limbs, in filtered light, against the glare The sun departs, to welcome night but sparks a light within your eyes It stirs the dust, and alters time. You suddenly become alive, with stories I had never heard. (I'll chase the dark to find you,) and even birds high on the branch, will stretch to hear what you might share. (Do you search a distant sky, this lonely hour?) With quavered voice, but strangely clear, A remnant of another year, awakens from a buried box. (There are lights upon the trail.) 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, (where I have gathered the stars.) The leaves fall down and turn to ash. (The moon will be a candle.) I take your hand, to gently hold, into my own, as I am told, (while darkness frees you), about a child, in summer, born, then lost upon that autumn door. I cry for you, ...your tears are dry The comfort of the warmth of hands unite us now, beneath a sky, that's bringing dusk, across the land... (with the friendship of the night.) I've watched this girl now disappear, back into fog, she was before. The memory will drift away. (I tread the dark in silence-) Perhaps it's best to let it stay. We pass again, back through the gate, one moment left, to hesitate (moon and stars my companions.) A change of view, each step we take. Tonight is fraught of sadness, great... (until I find you.) 3/1/15 Carrie Richards ______________________________________________ Intermingle Contest: Sponsored by Craig Cornish A mix of two poems "Lost"--- written 10/15/14 "Chasing The Dark"--- written 9/17/11