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