Muffled screams of pain wrapped in petals
of a fragrant scent.
Straight lines of silence, where wondrous
Hidden heart cry of soul and spirit, hoping
someone would discern and rescue.
Reaching out into space, floating in limbo,
again and again
Returning, always returning hopelessly into
mine own bosom of pain
Oh! Day Spring, where are you,
Illusive Day Spring just beyond my reach!!!
Gathering my soul, only to scatter with a resounding No!!