Love Lost in #140
May 29, 2022
Pause in thought.
There's an echoing;
Walking through the hollows,
Searching.
Our palms write psalms
On the face of the wall
Between us.
Reaching for a memory
Of Love's whisper, lost.
Sweet as sin;
Bitter as cursed vines,
These threads are woven
From crossed lines
That etch, our noose ends.
Our words, are frozen,
Misspoken.
Like swords, they
strike and bounce;
Their clanging, harrowing.
Their sparks, momentarily lighting
This blue darkness
Of Love's light, lost.
The pace quickens.
Knives for thumbs
Embrace pain
That cuts both ways;
Till all is red.
A poppy field
where leaves have fled,
To be one with blood,
Giants and dwarves.
In this removed world,
Love's life is lost.
Osundolire Ifelanwa
