Lost
in the cordial of afternoon
A
somber fray consumes
the
lingering of mourning
Escalations
build
inside
the cages
of
a parting sun
Ignored
in the evening breeze
are
the rising tones
of
never-wills and what-have-beens—
Altering
each chain of choice
are
muddied customs
too
oft denied it’s voice
A
dawning breath still speaks
of
laziness and idle grief
Directionless
yet reacquainted
a
spirit of tomorrow
For
what was lacking
has
been replaced
by
this loss we share
Shared alongside the wonderful poetry on display over at
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads for Open Link Monday
