Little White Bird

My love, I looked but could not see, the monster in our majesty Hope bearing his sad tragedies, promises; then betraying me I cursed him in the worst of grief; he fled the fool, escaping free Over frail bodies' covering; I condemned this Hope as mockery. I searched for him amongst great trees, he hid himself eluding me One little white against the green, the smallest lie amidst envy In climbing mountains, touching clouds, I both whispered and yelled aloud My efforts, causal-vapors now, as screams dispersed about your shroud. Now I walk these rows well followed, granite facades planted shallow Where words are prayers, regrets swallowed, yes, hope exists in these hollows Those about me fear their dreams, the downward looking silently This solitude I’ve learned to breathe to move on with this memory: Do you recall that day, my bride? White birds unseen beside the light? Tranquil winds as they flew by, their wings, slight breaths, as if in sighs And of that night two children we, blessed by love, our hopes our dreams Yet this future we did not perceive its sewn disease within our weave. I miss you now it’s time to go, I leave you with this Sunday’s rose Without regrets, this path I chose, soon my dear, I leave these sorrows Finally a path to follow, true love I shall once more not borrow By testing faith in chasing hope’s; little white birds that come tomorrow.