tears like dew upon his lashes
the storm long settled away
yet little bursts of lightning flashes
Just silent gestures towards the words
that loom forever etched in stone
small cries emerge from parted lips
silent for he's lying alone
Invisible to all that’s lively
gloomy grasps his trembling hand
he wipes the stone with quivering fingers
as to chase the words out of this land
He cries so loud the stone is silenced
the raven words are at an end
his heartbeats stops for just a moment
so broken it may never mend
So lying still he welcomes water
the rain to wash his pains away
and crouching low a living grave
forever still is where he'll stay
Eyes above him hold painted tears
though his death holds a slow demise
his body stone and forever frozen
in mourning never let to rise
yet his spirit molds out of his body
a sparrow which has winds to fly
he visits her when all are resting
yet still lies their smoke-filled and high
Author notes
Things are not what they may seam
this I wrote in response to one of my friends sadness
he has not seen it because
it suggests the person he cries over does not cry over him
I keep asking myself:
Is his relationship with this woman terrible? Maybe it is. Or is it only in my eyes? could they be painted with jealousy?
this is why he can not read this
Dedacated to those sparrows in the night....may you see the teras painted on your lovers eyes.
Comments
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very beautiful way to describe ones saddnes in a very appealing way

