I weep for the loss of the warmth.
for the joy once more unfettered
and hopeless bound by loves chains
empty arms, shattered hope is the
Forgotten the kiss of unknown
flames inside the craving and
a denying the will of complete
to be seeing and not touching
I weep at loving and not living.
I weep for the breathing not sharing
for the holding not loving, I weep for what
fate has delivered its gift so cruel.
In the joy of day when the dance
were not the steps of love?
You look at me now with those eyes
that always seemed to know serious
in a hush to let me know that fate
can be fought and the distance
sought in the dreams of reality.
Those deep dark eyes no stare
empty and in a gaze a fixed stare
one of scare and you know that fate
has played its card and parting will
be made bittersweet hard.
Fate's gift is always the cruelest
Still I will weep for the remains
of the curse when the cruelest part
came to set us apart.
Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007
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