First Poem

LOST


                                —-Evie

Chilled night, chilly light,
Wind rolling sky,
Cloud over head.
Ashes tangled my hair,
Mind lost from ear.

Running from sunlight,
The music ignite a fire,
Lit a face in the dusky theater air;
The dance stepped the melody
Into my eyes gently.
Tears shining
In the reflected screen light,
Heart flipping
Over the woebegone rejoicing
With the beauty of art.

I've lost my blue
From their bloody mouth.
Taping up and down,
Their tip of tongue fan a fame.
When there is no longer a pure face
But tech race on the screen,
They stop looking into themselves.

I've shut my soul from heat of lies,
But lost in my chilling heart.
Looking outside
From the window of fear,
Everyone seems to be tired.
Walking over again
Like nothing changed there,
I want my feeling back.