In the wake of the cerulean sky
after the moon has gone by
and the stars close their eyes
lives the sadness of a thousand goodbyes
in this absence of light
the lost souls reunite
they come to be healed
and to narrow the field
like-minded in sorrow
unsure of tomorrow
they turn to each other
for faith, to rediscover
that words can transcend time
(not turn on a dime)
and that favor once held
isn’t inexplicably quelled
the souls yearn for rebirth
for love to have worth
but they are constantly held back
looking for a lotus in a haystack.
© Dahlia Ramone: May 9, 2020
12 thoughts on “Lotus in a Haystack”
LOVE this…especially that title and photo…nicely done!! And you made the deadline. WooHoo xo
I barely made it, my battery did die and I didn’t think I’d be able to charge it in time lol! I got lucky with the photo. Thanks, Christine xo
Thank you 😀
A closing scene is legendary,
not like legend, map’s terrain.
When lost and found is query,
I am all on board. Count me in.
Train, on fast track to wrestle,
scenic lake, just ’round a bend;
less throttle, approach vessel,
lest you tend to reverse trend.
Maybe looking for something unattainable.
Story of my life 🙄
I should have that last verse tattooed on my forehead, Lisa…. Sighs
Yeah, we should get matching tattoos.
Great post 😁
Thank you 😀