Love was abducted,

stashed away in some secret cache,

 doomed to die.

Music was lost to cacophony

while rheumy lands misted up with misery.

The days became sunless.




sunshine people emerged from every dark corner

walking the streets.

Anyone might have taken them

for a flamboyance of flamingos.

Through their crystal skin I saw

love flowing in thick red.



All is not lost.



Posted for my Midweek Motif ~ Absence @ Poets United