Some people long for blooming darkness
velvet blackness where the lonely seek
cover with the eyes of a discarded doll
even as spirits commune
to hear each teardrop
as it falls

Some people long for endless accolades
syrupy sweetness encased in lyrics that lie
to invent personas which claim there is more
than meets the eye
even as spirits commune
to compose writings that
speak the truth

Some people long for a day that is enough
a long ride home just to enjoy the view
a walk in the sunshine to celebrate sacred earth
refusing to move from pillar to post without intention
recusing the dictates of societal norms
to linger on moments that matter
even as spirits commune
to sing songs
of joy

photo: mine
prompts: Go Dog Go Cafe, The Sunday Whirl, Lyric Ideas, #DarkLines