Lost To the Wind
Lost to the wind, I wander the cold shore,
To regain a hush place to lay my head,
An idyllic sleep to wake to, no more.
Churlish shadows hover over my bed;
Beckon to pursue with crying tears shed.
None listens to my mournful lullaby.
My strength weakens and softly flit a sigh,
Under heaven's steps in the endless night.
For I yearn your nearness, your touch, the sky.
The fierce flame, till morning flickering light.
8/15/2020
5. Lost To The Wind
Pick-A-Title, Vol 21 - Dizain - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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