LOST
Calm skies
Breathed an early blackness
To the evening
And we struggled to see our path
No moon to smile
No stars to twinkle
No light to show the way
A black velvet cocoon
Gripped us as we walked and
I twisted my hand in yours
Hoping we would sense a trail
Lost upon a hidden plane
Two wandering nomads
Without a clue
Hopeless souls
Abandoned in the depth of night
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