The Heaven's Wept

 

I felt your fall from far away-

Vibrations soared; coerced their way

To me, a kindred spirit came.

 

Out of mists and foggy corners,

Emotions covered, buried, sheltered-

Seek the morning's amber rays.

 

Left alone, with cold breath gasping,

Tear filled eyes search out the meaning.

 

I ask myself,  "What need I do

To help you from the mist of doom?"

 

The Spirit whispers unto me,

"She is mine!!  I comfort thee...

  

Shirley Ruksznis Young ©2004