Stone....

Seek, and i shall find.... myself

Under a stone with faded ladybug wings

Secreted behind a veiled face

Every way, every direction

Rain bowed colours, merely distractions from

Distracting from....

Complexion

Holding on to slippery grasses

Mired in sluggish trails

Easily avoided but....

Oh, the temptation

It will arise again?

A nice, kind (of) anxiety

Foolishly endured

Dry ground but, an absent step

Away.... a leap too far?

A futile faith

Hope in the eyes of ages

Every age, ever present....

Past

Has been passed

By, and now?

Receiving hands weak, procures

Wearily entrusts, once more

Just once?

Draw on those wings for they will not fly

Don the shroud and sojourn labyrinth

Possess the disguise of vivacity

Dwell

Beneath the graved stone.