July, 2009

Sadness is

But a small

Word

To describe

My cries,

The tears

The pain

The torment

Of separation!

Love oft

Spake

Of forever

But you,

My love

Knew better!

Of the future,

Serene, calm

Yet storm

A’ brewing

Wish I knew

What else

Would see

Us through.

Incoherent,

Words?

Brimming

To a point

Of

Overpowering

Madness!

‘Life’s messages

Typed in

Golden initials,”

You had said.

I could

Barely

Rectify the

Gargantuan

Damage to

Your soul.

I knew none

Other

Who bore a

Wound so deep…..

As yours

My Lord.