A Drifting Hyacinth
Aug 9, 2020
The unyielding labyrinth
yields to the fragrance
of a moist morning breeze
pausing the beats
of an empty heart
a new sun
shifting the zenith
to a new horizon
invisible smile
with a shaky breath
resuscitates from the mud
the indelible mark
of a relegated past
smiles adorn
the shying eyes
the tiny hands of hope
brush the dusty hair
in the tints of limousine
an inversion
fury and rage
of time
an uprooted dream
beckoning help
floats in the unknown
a drifting hyacinth
