Honeysuckle breezes
Drift across the summer air
Warm winds blow the trees
Mocking my inner struggle
My secret pain
The song of crickets and katydids
And the song of the broken robin
Console me during my time of sorrow
I am soothed while listening
To the lullaby of driftwood
Floating down the river on hot
Starlit evenings
I lay upon the grass watching the stars
Imagining that you're up there
Somewhere beyond the celestial maze of sky
The soft sound of harp strings
Brought a rush of healing to my soul
Perfect peace from up above
Only God could bring to my troubled heart
Broken hourglasses
The grains of sand float away on the breeze
Broken shards of glass is all that remains
Of the once beautiful hourglass
That once told time
It's like a clock when the hands have stopped
Right in the middle of striking the hour
And right at that point the pendulum stops...
The clock is dead and time is running out
Faster by the minutes that remain
And this entire poem reveals
My secret inner pain

**~Marian~