she feigns a laugh before she cries a broken heart with no goodbyes pain and sorrow have burrowed in her lover's eyes, a face gone dim oh, cruel the time, tick-tock, the years deeply etched lines channel her tears an empty vessel, she sets course her sails billow as winds blow north upon life’s ocean, vast and deep fate beckons, no time to weep
one day, i will summit the mountain after i finish climbing this hill i will traverse the river valley where the waters run still one day, i will summit the mountain on a full sturgeon moon at Lamas and cast shadows in the high grass knowing i have fulfilled my promise one day, i will summit the mountain with a new perspective and a clear view when my life below the mountain has passed on the summit my life begins anew
I've been absent from NaPoWriMo for a few days. I think the sadness of the times has taken a toll. There are so many families dealing with loss and are unable to comfort their loved ones in their final hours. It breaks my heart. When my heart breaks, poetry heals. This poem is for all the souls no longer dreaming and all their loved ones lost in grief.
“This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.” ~ Rumi
i am not the ashes in this box i am the lilacs blooming in spring the new born fawn in the meadow i am the wildflowers of summer the eagle soaring above i am the leaves falling in autumn the chill in the wind of change i am the fire's heat on a cold winter's night the raven outside your window i am not the ashes in this box i am the salt of your tears the space between each breath i am not the ashes in this box i am no longer dreaming i'll be here when you wake
