And my darling when these eyes cry in the night for you do you awaken, does your soul take flight to caress away my blues?
“Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.” – Rabindranath Tagore I took a stroll round the lake one lovely summer’s eve lost in thoughts of heartbreak and why you chose to leave
He, once her lover, shattered all illusions of faith, stabbing her with the brevity of harsh words spewing from his forked tongue, and an utter lack of remorse on his handsome face.
Love rode in on a cold winter’s wind and stayed through the months of spring, but once the honey moon waxed and waned, love knew it was time to move on again.
Heart tossed aside like yesterday’s brilliant wilting rose, thrown away among the rocks left there wilting away, for love comes then flees as velvet petals dry and turn to golden crinkled dust wafting away in howling angry winds.
Heart of mine sheds shards of tears from the pain of wanting you leaving cracks in the veined marble where our tender love once grew but now a mass of etched ecstasy stained stone.
This body in deep protest engraved with pain remembrances of love that fills the air in her dark room with no walls to confine her agony.