Everything
I cannot stem the tears from flowing,
Nor sweep the dust that wreaths my prayers,
Nor fray the hemp that ties my knowing
Of your leaving.
I cannot switch back to the splendour,
Nor face the days bereft of you,
Nor grasp the thorn that must engender
My silent grieving.
I cannot know if ties will sever,
Nor speak the words to soothe my plight,
Nor hold you in my arms forever
Against this sting.
I cannot bear as time crawls nearer,
Nor phrase it in more crystal speech,
Nor paint the picture any clearer,
You are everything.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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