A Widow's Lament
 
The deep purple sky,
signals evening is nigh,
as the sun sets in the west.

In dark shadows of night,
as my soul takes flight,
I am no closer to my quest.

With spring's return,
though I fervently yearn,
I still exist,only to weep.

In the hot summer breeze,
I feel winter's freeze,
as I long for blessed sleep.

Though fall's colors are bold,
I feel somber and old.
I deride the beauty shone.

With winter's snow,
and cold winds that blow,
I shudder and weep alone.

Sunshine or rain,
it is always the same.
There is silence in my lonely room.

It is only in dreams,
or so it seems,
your presence,banishes the gloom.

My deck of cards are played,
as the sun begins to fade.
Now the moon withholds its light.

The stars disappear.
No sympathetic ears to hear,
as I go into the dark night.

My time will come,
when my life's work is done,
and I hasten to your side.

You have but to wait,
at heaven's open gate,
and with YOU,I will forever abide.

9/17/2003 Hedy (Irene Imbrogno)

By Hedy

© 2003 Hedy (All rights reserved)

 

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