Lost Treasures
grappling thoughts
on the edges of dusk
my mind as full
as this moon
rising up
I watch
mesmerized
from the window's panes
as the sky erupts
in crimson and mauve hues
as the blushed moon rises
beyond the skirt
of sloped hills
just above the curves
of the river's beds
i can almost hear
the swiftness of its current
in frames of mind
as i watch the eagle
swooping downward
for a fresh meal
memories escape
from the corners of lips
as i reminisce
in the breaks
of waves and smiles
suddenly i transcend
to another time
another place
frolicking
from deep within
like a mudlark
unearthing treasures
long ago lost
somehow
finding peace
in the dusk
of this evening
i escape
the reality
of solitude
before darkness falls
upon me again
in the shadows
of yesterday
April 6, 2020
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2020
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