North
is East.
My
compass spins,
Pointing
nowhere.
I
am lost.
Degrees
of change
Moved
us to
This
silent point where
Points
are moot.
Your
shadowed face
Hides
eyes that flit
Away
from mine,
Leaving
me adrift.
I
stand on sand,
Without
coordinates,
No
guide
Except
the stars,
And
dreams lit by
The
moon-glow of hope.
© Scarlett Rains
