Poem: A soul in despair eventually reaches out to the universal mender of broken hearts. |
When tears fall like rain down a cold windowpane And eyes fill with clouds from the storm, When dark are the days from the fog and the haze As a frozen heart tries to get warm. When all that one has are the shards from the glass Of an impact too solemn to bear, When shattering dreams and once silent screams In deafening cries fill the air. When moments are lost in the glistening frost Of a soul now unable to feel, And the knife of desire cuts a path through the fire Forging scars undeniably real. When numbness sets in as a hope once again Is lost to the death of the tides, And love swept away in the span of a day Leaves a void where no promise abides. When the hands from a clock with no tick and no tock Hide a face weatherbeaten from time, And there's no turning back damage caused by the lack Of a song from it's delicate chime. When eternity lies in the depth of the skies And the diamonds of faith turn to dust, When the wind rips the veil till the ship cannot sail And the gold in the ring starts to rust. That's when all despair through the strength of a prayer Must reach for a hand that's unseen, And cling to the One when a life comes undone Who can wash all the tragedies clean. Rhyme once again flows as the bud of a rose Becomes a magnificent flower, So breathe in the scent of a journey well spent For it may only last for the hour. |