Lost

Poem & Illustration by Pea Medina
Acrylic Paint on 12"x 24" Canvas
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Sometimes (awake) I face the pane

and spy the calming rain. 

I'd wonder if this sudden reign 

has only come in vain. 

I'd strain; I'd refrain 

from fear of falling weak.

Then butterflies 

from eyes so bright

defeat my sleep. 

With no clue whatsoever 

who could ever explain these how's,

I luckily sat there, patiently

beneath this midnight power. 

It wasn't very dark, although 

it was the mid-night hour 

when our minds are out there 

wandering leaving wandering souls devoured

and I said: 

"stare at your reflection 

like you're staring into brightness."

Faced a dimly-lit mirror, 

said 

"greatness (patient) waits to bite this..."

Now, my fears allowed me to write this 

so my voice can try and recite this, 

so that wonderful dreams and what lovers won't see

make an impact enough to ignite this.

If you like this, then heaven excites this;

If awakened, you'd never despise this.

Our thrones and agility naturally grows

when our mental ability rises, 

but the sky is where her high is. 

Anyone's in the being that mine's in? 

Are you blind? Is... lack of kindness

raising numbers in crisis like time is? 

Is this temporary, is it timeless?

The pollution will alter our mindset. 

Could we ever abuse, or get used to these blues 

if some mindlessness leads to deny this? 

So, I close my eyes

and I find this...

alarm, only goes off when the time is...

to give care to my own with such wonderful words

and just pray that ONE SOUL could enlighten.