Lost
You came here seeking something,
or was it someone that you needed badly?
Forgetting what you left behind, you
ran to them and nearly blind,
you ran through every door that they left open.
Remember well all of those men
whose crooked smiles so beckoned then,
whose steely eyes so shrewdly did appraise.
Beneath those stares your flesh recoiled
yet driven still, you raised the stakes,
and drew once more in hope to beat his aces.
All you wished for was a beating heart,
you had no need of diamonds.
The cards lie scattered now,
the upturned table, chairs in disarray
their story tell of bitterness and anger.
The stains that mark your cheeks mask deeper heartache,
Deep in depths no cleansing tears may reach,
May no catharsis bring.
That desperate emptiness which to a kind of madness leads.
Once more you walk the world,
unseeing and unseen
by those who pass and stare and whisper.
Stumbling, in a crowd, insensible,
their movement takes you forward,
their senseless noise bewilders.
Stopping then,
surrounded by a clamouring throng,
crazy girl,
you stand alone and hopeless.
There comes a sound, at first scarce heard,
Then music rises
Like a wave engulfs you.
Seductive chords entice
as to their beckoning note you swirl and sway
and soon your body moves in answer to its rhythm.
What elixir is this
That sparks those synapses
Which before lay dead?
For now, you come alive and freely let your tresses flow,
for now, the music holds you
as, all else forgot,
for this one wink of time,
you fall before the magic of the Muse.
