~ Once More ~

Yesterday, and today my soul labored mournfully
As my heart permeated the pathways of despair
And all of its diverse disciplines.
Kernels of pain wavered alongside said path,
Like vacillating moments of self doubt.

Tasting the flavor of her pain, succumbing to silent tears,
As each instant I seek to relieve her of her tribulations
Of both current & past.
My efforts seemingly ineffectual of consequence;
Confidence slumps as shadows of weeping,
                 ~ dot the dusty path~
Of my incertitudious presumption to do something,


                  ~God, Anything~

                                   ~ For Her ~

But destiny designates me do what I fear most;

                                  ~ wait ~

Where a second is an hour and an hour a day,
A day a week. But wait I shall to hear her voice
And laughter again pervades my heart’s sinew,
And my souls Satin dreams come alive;

                   ~ Once More ~