Lost Loves

The golden pheasant struts,

Pecking the air impatiently,

Searching, searching for the

Lost love hiding in the undergrowth

Wrapped in frosted air

Nearby the dog fox’s bark echoes

Through the shadowed copse,

Freezing all movement,

Arresting breath.

Searching, searching for the

Lost love hiding in the undergrowth

Wrapped in frosted air

High above the silhouette of

Treetops, the wise moon

Looks down

Searching, searching for the

Lost love hiding in the undergrowth

Wrapped in frosted air

And the stillness listens,

And the searching breeze listens,

And the broken heart listens;

Searching, searching for the

Lost love hiding in the undergrowth

Wrapped in frosted air

And in the caverns of the city,

In the taverns and the halls

Still and lonely hearts

 Listen for the breath

Of a lost love and go

Searching, searching for the

Lost love hiding in the halls

And their hearts lie heavy

And their spirits fall

As they

Listen for the breath

Of a lost love and go

Searching, searching for the

Lost love hiding in the halls

In the caverns of

The city,

In the taverns and the halls

The lost love

Is hiding, hiding

And waiting for their calls

June 2011