The L Word

Lurking in liminal light,

lost between longing and lament,

I look for language,

letters lined like lanterns

leading me to landlocked love.

Lies leap, latching onto lonely lives,

looming large, loud as lightning,

luring legions into labyrinths

of loathing, leaving little 

but lingering loss.

Lush laughter lingers less,

lessons learned languish,

listless lips lack the lightness 

that once lifted low hearts.

Loyalty lapses.

Landscapes lie littered

with lingering looks of lament.

Lonesome, locked in my lair,

lacing lines with longing,

I labor,

laying out letters like lullabies,

low whispers of love

for a world losing its way.

Let love last.

Let love lift.

Let love light

the long-lost lanterns.

Ⓒ February 2025. Beki Lantos. All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, or transmitted in any form by any means without prior written permission of the author.