To Mourn

I am a person from up above
My heart cries for lack of love
Its song is heard to none but me
Leaving me in dying myserie


My mind cries for its dreams are untold
It holds a universe of which I can not unfold
My soul cries but I do not want to hear
Its song is the saddest, to me it is dear


My spirit cries louder than any other
because it is held and feels as if it would smother
My whole being cries for what it could bring
To all others and to all vanity


The feel of the breeze, the smell of a flower,
the taste of sweet water, is all I seem to ponder
what is the lesson for all of this pain,
Is it hope, is it love, is it truth that I'll gain


I guess its the truth of life that I seek
when I find out, I think I will be meek
I will look to the start of where I began
I will see where I could not, I will learn what I can


Will I live with this loss forever
Or will my tears be taken and gathered
To water the things of which love has born
And to water all those who take time to mourn

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Rosa  St.John's picture

"To Mourn" which i have found myself to be most facinated by it,, thou written long ago, still holds it's pep- found it to be very heartfelt, very inspirational , as if written with so much passion, oratorically so well put, and powerful... To the author,,, thanks David wigley , for the generous samples of your work,, very much delighted by them..