The Leiry Loop

Find me.

Find me when the wolves' howls echo on the decrepit walls of your hidden attic.
Find me when the waves crash on the grainy shore of an ill-tempered lake.
Find me when the wounded spider weaves a home with its last dying breath.
Find me when the land turns black with the ashen remains of those who died in combat.
Find me when the last droplet of rain scales back to its cloud with a vengeance.
Find me when the wind takes its final form and turns everything to dust.
Find me when the shards of broken glass lies in wait for the chance to draw blood.
Find me when the rope clings to your neck as it leaves a mark on your fair skin.
Find me when the darkest night sheds light to the brightest of your days.
Find me when the only leaf starts clinging for its life on the single branch of your hopeless soul.
Find me when poetry ceases to exist.

Find me when you have found someone else.

Find me when you do.