Adrift

The moon was glued

to shroud of clouds

misplaced in blue dawn

I knew I was lost, adrift

unable to elevate the sun

and rip open the dark curtains

of the black unyielding sky

the woman in me

vanished, unable to breathe

tarnished life without spirit

hopes and dreams, dripping

listless wax on heart

listening to screeching sounds

of worn out soul

skin opened to empty space

hanging on by dangling thread

drawn into hollow echoes

boots adrift on a dusty trail

unable to embrace rain

with outstretched palms

but sunshine follows

even the darkest nights

as light looms

through shadows

of loss.