Forlorn

Drop the cup; spill a thought profane.
Seek the sun; run into the rain.
Wash your hands; still you see the stain.

Hide the past; can you mask the pain?

Tender smile yields to sullen sigh.

Sweet hello morphs into goodbye.

Flowers bloom, flowers quickly die.

You fall down, and you don't know why.

Write a song, one that won't be heard.

Find a branch; be a lonely bird.

Hide away in a vision blurred.

Warm your heart by a hearth unstirred.

Bashful sun doesn't want to play.

Azure sky yields to stormy gray.

Battered barque finds a forlorn bay;

Dreams embark and they sail away.

© 2024 David Acosta