Seeking Two Drops Again

Seeking Two Drops Again

In the dusts that settled and seemed a fleeting moment,

Eras had passed with no eyes to witness one’s lament.

Seasons that showed changes with climate going haywire

The sole persevering element was their predicament.

Not in a million milliseconds or in a millenium milled

Had a more palatable pain perpetually hurt and healed

While the paradoxical community of blindness just saw

Somber souls being devilishly yet deservingly drilled?

Questions as such maketh no lamps of hopeful dunes

Exclamations in pain giveth no prelude to sweeter tunes

Alas, the beats within still beat in lost rhythm and harmony

Still seeking two drops of sun or blindsighted moons