Monday, September 8, 2014

Clouds Or Smoke

Upon the horizon I see 
Clouds dark
But without relief
I never knew sorrow, so sweet
Never had a wound, like this
Every day I see your photo
I hold back the tears, of the years
Because I know, I lost you
To the call of another
Who does all
That I cannot
I see the clouds in the sky
But they look more like smoke
Black clouds with a sheen 
That comes from being alight
My life is on fire
And there is burning
Inside my viscera
My life has been
Burned away
As if by match
And kerosene
And all I can do
Is watch
As the smoke rises
As my memories burn
So serenely