Dark petals- wilted
in the plain eyes of men,
black as the starless,
lonesome night
The cold wind swept
across the desert.
Jovial is dead,
lost among the glitter sand
and silver mirages.
Hope- is only a distant dream.
Bliss- has never existed.
Dark petals fell
on the hot sand,
a seed buried – deep.
It entered earth’s heart,
in search
of a new life.
A new spark of flame ignited,
Against the forgotten sand
it grew and expanded.
Till it penetrated the ocean’s
blue barriers.
It drifted on to the meadow,
where heaven’s light shown,
the sun’s warmth no longer scorch.
Where the perfume of oleanders
and lavenders scented the air.
The scars of the past
no longer ached.
The ancient loneliness has left
and gave way to hope
and enchanted dreams
in the epitome of bliss.
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Submission Name: Epitome of Bliss
