Mourning

In the first week of December The winter was cold and bitter I stepped into the night and shivered and moaned Enraptured by the wind and the vast unknown In the corners of my fragile mind I misplaced all sense of space and time Grief had contaminated me and memorized my name Allowing me my one possession of an old picture frame I was stocked with regret and incessant pain Slowing becoming a man who was controlled by guilt and blame I was enclosed in midnight’s effortless glory Then I realized, I had lost all traces of joy For the moon, the stars, and the weeping willow trees I wished away their gleeful wonders far from me Desperately searching for the correct code To release me from the winter's grip and hold Once the air blew out the warmth from my inner flickering flame Who I used to be said “I would never be the same”. As I gazed upon the daunting moon I felt like a rose without scent that would never bloom As the darkness ravished and drowned me I asked the moon what is it you see? Without an instant reply, anger creeped in instantly Taunting me such thievery while entombing me completely As I pleaded with the sky to tell me why It still haunts me with its’ sweet lullaby Becoming a heart of a poet without reason or rhyme Surrounded by blank pages that words will never find The sky just resonated with such bright light Sealing its' lips with all its' might Without vision and without air My soul, my heart separated and leaving only pieces of grand despair Enraptured with pain and such disbelief My heart said aloud, "I am starting to bleed." As the night said its’ final goodbye Tears flowed like a river from oceanic blue eyes The questions I sought that were once concealed Raised their curtains displaying answers that were finally revealed As the sun rose above the trees I asked the sun “how could this be?” The sun just sighed and took my hand Telling of tales of a faraway land He told of a friendship I held so dear And one day the reasoning would be so clear The sun shone bright now, it was a sight indeed The sun then gifted me the strength I will forever need The sun then said “now is the time” To showcase the strength I possess in my weary heart and mind Loosening the grip on the tarnished picture frame I felt the spark that ignited my soul's missing flame To say goodbye to the greatest friend I have ever known This photograph of us I place on your glistening gray stone