Surrounded

Songs and minutes, smoke and maroons Swirl and shake in a majestic monsoon Words and winds radiate from this relic But it's heartily broken, hardening into a brick She's surrounded by specks of sparkling sand But notices nothing in this loathsome land She feels frustrated-- thrown for a lonesome loop In the desert and deserted, all she does is stoop It's not a secret that she's surrounded But how she remains alone leaves her astounded She looks, and listens, and does legwork But somehow all she sees is dust and dirt There's not a place of paradise-- one oasis Except for her lone entity that can grace all graces Her feelings have descended, discouraged by not a find How can a sapphire so beautiful be so blind? March 2010