How did it happen,
That I am privy to your heart
But you, not to mine?
The wishing of worlds long asleep
Will not change the damage done.
Sleep, my heart drowning in sorrow,
Like the soft rain
Which rolls in on a misty morning.
Catch my hope
Before it ripens into conscious thought
And furtively deposit seeds of tears
To replenish salted earth.
Scorched heart, you lie still
Heavy with the grief
Of unexpressed love
Which now must hide
Behind shuttered eyes.
My sorrow, unavailing.
You will not change
And I cannot bear it.
Copyright/All rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2011
Oct 15, 2011
Oct 15, 2011 at 9:52 PM UTC
How did it happen,
That I am privy to your heart
But you, not to mine?
The wishing of worlds long asleep
Will not change the damage done.
Sleep, my heart drowning in sorrow,
Like the soft rain
Which rolls in on a misty morning.
Catch my hope
Before it ripens into conscious thought
And furtively deposit seeds of tears
To replenish salted earth.
Scorched heart, you lie still
Heavy with the grief
Of unexpressed love
Which now must hide
Behind shuttered eyes.
My sorrow, unavailing.
You will not change
And I cannot bear it.
Copyright/All rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2011
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