ACHE

unspoken as we fell apart
as the moon was low, the night so dark
the birds in their cradles their mourning still
the wind wearing a murmur against will
a fire once lit, yet done of spark
an aging of the heart
now until

clouds of gathering doubt
upon a sun of love, a shrine of light
a school of shadows with pupils so blind
to all that once were easy of find
in kindred innocence of delight
now lost and forever out
of mind

songs only sprout to die at last
in time to other more preferred sounds
a mountain so mighty of strength and loft
gives in to rain less seldom than oft
merely to regain its lost grounds
as if tomorrow were its past
dusty soft

silently on the limbs of hope
many crying faces have buried their ache
as a winter its white on a vernal spring
melts such sorrows mainly to bring
a blush of flowers a summer make
merely to age and cope
their falling