the ninth shade
embraces mountain peaks
in the pure clarity of morning

frost clings to sagebrush
in the ascending sunlight
of the third-quarter moon

and as life pauses
to apprehend the spectacle
of a wintry summer morning

my bones feel
the transition of season
as autumn draws near

the jacket you left here still smells like cigarettes,
yet i'm wearing it because it makes me feel like i'm not alone

I kept the flame
of faith
burning
In the darkest nights
and before the doubts
could
cast a shadow
I let the fire
of love
scorched my heart
and etched my soul
so when the day
broke
at last
I found
that all
my said and unsaid
prayers were heard...

(Year of the mask)

As I look around
I gasp for air
Millions of people
With a faceless stare

I can’t understand
This world today
Why are people dying
Why does are youth disobey

The world we know
has disappeared
The way we are
Is what we feared

Can’t see family
Can’t see friends
Oh please God
When does it end

Who can we trust
Not a soul today
The ones we looked up to
Has lead us astray

The Lost poet
9/3/20