Lost Things

• Briony Hombroek, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2019

You fell into a silent reverie,
Another star plucked from the sky,
You wrapped it in clouds,
And buried the gossamer corpse as you left.
They say the sky wept for your return,
Collecting teardrops of those who would converse with your soul-stirring absence,
evanesced ghosts poured into the seas,
that held you a captured wanderer.
I laced my days to my nights with rushed stitches,
And a moment fluttered by, gracing the caliginous sky with a blue that bled,
The earth beneath me grinning to reveal you there,
Asleep beneath the blanket from which you had bloomed.
I pulled you to the surface of realism, the pain ebbing with newfound curiosity.
You swept away the haze of foggy questions whilst I wondered,
and blinked as if your disappearance was a figment of my dreams,
And nothing more.