The Lonely Heart
The evening sun was cool
as it plucked the long string of the horizon
before my dark night moved slowly through
leaving my emptiness shackled to the motion of caressed silence
For you did not come...You did not come
and I was alone feeling each delicate flower
fall away from my hands
covering the ground with the scent of fragrant red petals
tumbling into the darkness
My eyes raise to the barren landscape of tomorrows
drowning from each tear that falls upon its sands
where I clasp my chest
trying to suffocate the cries of a beating heart
before stumbling into time's windblown dunes
that will cover my footprints
as I disappear into the dark vast desert of loneliness
9/23/18
( not for Desert contest )
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