………

And in this cold desert he waits

Not for something

But someone

He sits here all day

Wondering where he had lost it all

“Where did it go,” he moans

The sand freezing his toes

“Why did it leave so abruptly,”  The song of  his heart

“Will it ever return,” One of the foul gestures of his life

For he and his craven lifestyle prevent everything

For he and his stone ocher heart resist all

For he and his blank mind see nothing

And he and his black eyes study all

Burning in the cold of the sand

He finds a black seashell

It crumbles under the tenderness of his grip

The tear he shed at that moment is an advocate of his longing

And the dryness of the little droplet show all

His eyes are burning from the wetness of the sand

So he dries his eyes with more tears

Drowning in his wet thoughts

He grabs the side of his  sanguine towel

And  slips on the nothing that is his soul

He lies there in the sand

Just thinking of what to do next

His body urges him to move forward

But his mind prevents such a thing

How long will he wait

Basking in the darkness of his mind

What steps will he take

To reach a world pure and divine

What friends will he make

To lead him down the right line

And what path shall he create

To brighten his mind

For as long as he sits dormant

Dumb

Dull

And dead

The sand will always burn of cold

And his soul  will never learn of the world

But….

In his putrid moral and peak of madness

He sings a tune to bring him out of this madness

He crows and cocks his head up high

He raises his hand toward the sky

And he starts a song that the world will know

“The Requiem of a lost soul, a world untold, what lies within, is what the future holds, everyday I try and try, and when my time passes by, I will forever remain still, for the world is my thrill.”

He hums this tune to his gloom and despair

And he feels a tingling from his spine to his hair

He fights this burning ice

With a flame of his own

“This sand is an Illusion,”  He says

“No longer will I be trapped in its hold,” 

He stands up tall

And wipes the pain away

His tears are wet with his realization

And his mind clear with dreadful creations

He runs toward the Moon, no need for the sun

The darkness is the place where everything starts

He Looks upon the moon and the stars in the sky

And he says those final words to himself

“This is the Requiem Of The Lost soul, as long as I grasp these dreams of prosperity and grace, I shall never be burned by that which is cold, I shall never weep upon the darkness of the sky, and my heart shall rise, and thump and stir, and I  will never hum the Requiem Of The Lost soul, for what I believe in, is the path I choose, and what I choose is…….Love….”

He has almost found himself from within

But he needs one final piece of his puzzle

Will it show its face anytime soon

Or will he go on forever, singing that dreadful tune

“Requiem Of The Lost Soul…….”