Done Being Lost
Oct 28, 2020
Her head dropped from sleeping while sitting
As she made her way through those lashes
She felt him next to her
Running sand-lands outside her window,
They brought her back; so lone on that bench.
In a flash of moment,
She leapt to hide behind the lashes.
There she was, she had him next to her
Deep within, in the light of this darkness, however she knew
She had to take a leap, oh once again!
She fought the lashes, and
As She stared at the sand lands,
As the horn blew, as her lungs grew,
She knew she was done being lost.
