Hearts that Break

Quiet winds in meadows all of flame,
Naked truth be told to sooth,
The hour of my shame.
Beating hearts still grow apart,
From years of selfish blame.

Don’t bring her to my mind of blue,
As neither play the game.
Lost am I, my broken love,
For you and yours I hence became.

I hide now in a cave,
Where thieves will surely steal.
What little truth that’s left for us,
What end is now revealed.

For heaven sinned upon my lust,
This loss is as I feared.
I'll wake upon the dewy grass,
And open both blind eyes,
That peered to see the empty field,
What love for us surmised,
And brought what blame adhered.
And all the wasted time.

It had a mind, it had a soul,
Till hell burnt all its flesh.
And left me with an emptiness.
With next to nothing left.

So Here I sit, here I wait,
To breath another breath,
For fell the rain on down so light,
That brought it’s weight upon my chest.

It soaked my head, my essence drenched,
as guides to yonder here awaits,
To bring us to a better time and understanding in some other place,
Where there’s no pain, remorse or blame.

For time has lost us in the wind,
And blown us back to dust,
My love, thou taught me naught to sin,
Forget you though I must.

For you are still within my thoughts,
Of every single morn,
And every night, within this life,
Has brought my soul to storm.

In earth’s of green my love alone,
My garden here I linger,
For peace to find in memory,
Where none will point their finger.

For if we part and finally loose,
What once we almost had,
As if God was killed, hung in a noose,
And hell made men feel glad.

This was just the truth of life,
As wheels turn round and round,
Our deeds, they stop us within our strife,
And nothing makes a sound.

It’s silence like a medicine,
Of time to heal what’s broke.
Our minds and hearts and love is lost,
Where no more fires are stoked.

Not meant to be my love my sweet,
Mere words can not explain,
My love for you my soul to cheat
Soft whispers of the pain.

If we weren’t merely meant to be,
As world’s kept us apart,
Our hearts will wither and forget,
An end that had no start.

For ages patterned lives they float,
In misty garments, black suede coats,
To fall upon the shore alone,
And sink to depths of sunken stone.

To fall to bottoms of the chiasmic deep
A cold and wet damp silhouette
Our love is finally drowned to keep
Like interest on an unpaid debt.

It’s lost in shadows, forgotten long,
Our hearts a sweetly shattered song.
For worth of each we couldn’t bare.
Within this life without the other fair.