Blue Pools of Sorrow

I cling to you with trembling hand

feeling grief blot the sun,

tears mingling with shadows lurking

I fear that precious time together

will be drowned too soon

by waves that can’t be overcome.

Bleached white drops of blood

paving way for what is to come.

Fingers locked to cherish moments,

cradling memories of time leaking

into blue pools of sorrow.

Clotting of life’s veins cannot forestall

approach of the thunderous sky,

I touch your aura, envious

of the white light emanating

with your scent grasping air,

steps along our path faltering,

your footsteps making this home.

I am not ready to let you go.

At night, I mourn the morning light

gazing through misted windows.

I ache with the breaths I take,

willing to give them to you

so that our sunrise will shine

for a little bit longer.

I can’t bear rising to newborn dawn

in my lonely barren desert,

curling in fetal position

unless you are there beside me

as I watch the water of inevitability

flow to its lowest point,

curving to fit your heartbeats.