The Soils of Serendipity

It hurts to love

So much sacrifice

Wrapped up in brownies

With a glaring grin

Of cynicism

And farewell.

The thank yous

And how do you dos

Lost in art

Culture and celibacy

Realms passing by tomorrow

Manners and sweet nothings

Or good for nothings

One only knows...

Sentiment once again finding her way

Through the basements

Of soggy souls and winters

Baby blankets tossed aside

Amidst a flurry

Of  clutter and lint

Dust bunnies claiming

Overtaking

No more I scream

Enough of this fake alabaster

Bring back the cream

The gloss, the moss

Of sweet serenity and

Long forgotten Sundays!

Trails to explore

Amongst the burning rays

On glowing skin

Always a reminder

Of the inner beams.

The dropped legacy

Shall find its way

Even if it has to dig 

In the dry parched dirt,

Exposing the innards

Of the desiccated land.

Those days will be reclaimed
Siphoning moisture

Found in the bulbous nuggets

Cherishing  them to bloom.