He Cried
He stood between me and morning’s sunrise
Bowed head
…Averted eyes
~ He wept
His (un)kept clothing was nothing to laugh at
Nor the fact that
His unruly hair was all over his head
Which led me to think that
Sleepless nights
And lover fights
Were at the bottom of his
Troubled life
~ He wept
He committed his heart
In search of his dream
Offered up his soul
~ Not for material gains
But for the joy it would bring
And, it came
In the briskness of early morning’s solitude
He stood and cried
Slumped and cried
Prayed and cried
Released his demons through his eyes
And cried some more
He stood between me and morning’s sunrise
He stood like a tower
In the midst of crumpled flowers
That once was a garden
That she started
Way back when
~ When they were one
Now that the fun of her was gone
He stood alone
Between me and my sunrise
Red…swollen eyes
I wondered why…He cried
Then…the rains came
The cleansing rains
The healing rains
Rains that make a man say
”I wanna go outside…in the rain”
That kinda rain
And like the man he is
He stood up.
He stood between me and morning’s sunrise
I ignored the sounds nature made
To gaze upon an unkept grave
That had, somehow, escaped my view
Giving me insight to the thoughts of you
Your grief-stricken tears led you to words
Mostly muffled sounds…barely heard
Til a moment’s reprieve allowed you to speak
You gathered your mind and emotions, clearly
“Goodbye, my love” he quietly said
Between gut-wrenching sobs, and a bobbing head
He gathered his strength…cast a heavenward nod
And placed his woes in the hands of God
In the midst of the garden of flowers
The fountain of pain
The passion of love
He could feel her (Presence)
Which lessened the loss of her
With the acknowledgement of God’s love
Came inner peace
With the acceptance of God’s will
Came the strength to handle Hills
Left to climb
His tortured soul
Cold…and unfeeling
Reeling
From the impact of loss
Left him screaming
why
Why
WHY?
He stood between me and morning’s sunrise
The wise in him
Over run by (his) rage
As each day
Began a new chapter
Of turmoil
(His) plans foiled
(His) life upheavaled
He could not believe all
He’s had to endure
~ After finding such happiness
And, yet
He was blessed
He knew that
He stood between me and morning’s sunrise
‘Til the tears abated
And his pain faded (away)
He stood between me and morning’s sunrise
Bowed head
…Averted eyes
~ He wept
His (un)kept clothing was nothing to laugh at
Nor the fact that
His unruly hair was all over his head
Which led me to think that
Sleepless nights
And lover fights
Were at the bottom of his
Troubled life
~ He wept
He committed his heart
In search of his dream
Offered up his soul
~ Not for material gains
But for the joy it would bring
And, it came
In the briskness of early morning’s solitude
He stood and cried
Slumped and cried
Prayed and cried
Released his demons through his eyes
And cried some more
He stood between me and morning’s sunrise
He stood like a tower
In the midst of crumpled flowers
That once was a garden
That she started
Way back when
~ When they were one
Now that the fun of her was gone
He stood alone
Between me and my sunrise
Red…swollen eyes
I wondered why…He cried
Then…the rains came
The cleansing rains
The healing rains
Rains that make a man say
”I wanna go outside…in the rain”
That kinda rain
And like the man he is
He stood up.
He stood between me and morning’s sunrise
I ignored the sounds nature made
To gaze upon an unkept grave
That had, somehow, escaped my view
Giving me insight to the thoughts of you
Your grief-stricken tears led you to words
Mostly muffled sounds…barely heard
Til a moment’s reprieve allowed you to speak
You gathered your mind and emotions, clearly
“Goodbye, my love” he quietly said
Between gut-wrenching sobs, and a bobbing head
He gathered his strength…cast a heavenward nod
And placed his woes in the hands of God
In the midst of the garden of flowers
The fountain of pain
The passion of love
He could feel her (Presence)
Which lessened the loss of her
With the acknowledgement of God’s love
Came inner peace
With the acceptance of God’s will
Came the strength to handle Hills
Left to climb
His tortured soul
Cold…and unfeeling
Reeling
From the impact of loss
Left him screaming
why
Why
WHY?
He stood between me and morning’s sunrise
The wise in him
Over run by (his) rage
As each day
Began a new chapter
Of turmoil
(His) plans foiled
(His) life upheavaled
He could not believe all
He’s had to endure
~ After finding such happiness
And, yet
He was blessed
He knew that
He stood between me and morning’s sunrise
‘Til the tears abated
And his pain faded (away)
