On the Morrow

 

By: Hunter Christian

 

 

On the morrow

Under gray clouds ubiquitous

She will measure her tears on the scale of sorrow

 

As she bids a solemn adieu

To the only lover she ever knew

The dark passenger of he

Took the wheel of his mortal vehicle

Careening the youthful vehicle into tumbling waters of a

thunderous sea

 

 

On the morrow

The cascading rains will slow from a wash to a trickle

As she lowers her eyes to the bronze casket that holds he

For all eternity, in solemnity

Heartbreak hath no remedy

Amidst whispers of wasteful, youthful “tragedy”

 

 

 

And, on the morrow

Birds of myriad varieties will fly above

To bear witness to the rising of his lost and broken soul

Upon her fragile body his departure has taken its toll

A slender frame that casts a long shadow of love

A shadow that will grow longer with the setting sun

As tidewaters roll into the shores of her mind

Upon sandy shores where upon her love affair had begun

 

 

 

On the morrow

When she trembles in the drenching rains of sorrow

That will surely slow to a trickle

whose delivering gray clouds will surely yield

To the sleepy sun that lengthens her shadow across a barren field

So that a measure of her love may guide him back home

With whispers of faith on the breeze

Their love roaming throughout the words of this humble poet's

poem

Infinitely cataloged upon the parchment paper of fallen leaves

Reinvigorated back to life with every spring anew

Their story gets written and rewritten upon an endless diary of

God’s hallowed garden of trees

 

Lost are the many; found are the few.