Tears of Solace
Gravel paths line the way, to my abode of the fey.
Rough surface, heavy footsteps, stones of grey.
With weary spirit, I scale them day-after-day.
How I pray my blisters bloom!
One fine day in Love's high-noon.
But between you and me,
Always just out of reach, 'twill be.
Yet, in the corner of this pale yard,
Situated in a small, bleak pond.
I look inside, and what do I see?
Droplets of solace, there for me.
Melancholy home, thoughts wandering
Roam, by me only known...Vistas they bring.
Upon lilies growing there deep in;
Tears flowing, free from sin.
A lonely spot, in day or night,
Keeping my soul still barely alight.
Copyright © Max Lewy | Year Posted 2020
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