Disconnected

December 23, 2015
12:08 am

Poetry Challenge
(Disconnected)

In the beginning
I smiled
Changing my samota
As oneirataxia filled
This conscious moment
It was you
My komorebi
The kilig shook me
Like kaajhuab in spring
Hoping my acaronar trance
Would be enough
To draw you close
To keep you here
But
When the rasāsvāda ended
I stood in saudade
Completely
Disconnected

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker