Lost Poem

Lost Poem

Sigh! The missing poem
invites in a flood of distress.
A journey past plunges into depths of blue.
Bright lights brighten pellets of rain;
edges of perception hint at a flawless act.
Yet, I fail to mend ruined remains.
A bus ride home recounted a voyage back
shared with ten travelers
that seemed to drift as I.
Worry not, my conscience whispers.
Odd as it may seem the passage never dies,
But the tribute shall always abide.