I heard the song of sorrow
swinging in the trees
“So very long”
time passed
you hung there
out of reach
releasing me
from this prison
doable
as
“finding the key”
to the lock
a many keyed puzzle
lifetime’s maze
“impossible”
“give up”
I shout
whispered entreaty in silence
“please try”
a tear from the past
waters the soil
a buried heart
given up on life
and hope
a hand grasps
barren, corroded key
“Wait it is here!!!”
he calls from his grave
hope turns
opens the lock
unleashes two
“me”
I weep
“you”
he smiles
lives opened together
“joined by one key”
Believe in the conduit
of the art of poetry
dear reader
for in it
a poet can be one with the words
a reader can feel himself open
at times
per chance
both reader and poet
for that singular moment
are united
thus the poem
the key of many an undoing
~L. Moon
penned in moon dust 