The clouds, they moved silently across the sky,
Shapes and patterns, incomprehensible to the naked eye.
Seconds on the clock ticked by ever so slow
The sun rose and then it set
And the beautiful round moon began to glow.
The soft gentle wind, blew all around
Whispering secrets to the trees
Scattering leaves on the ground.
She walked by then holding a rose in her hand
Inside a broken heart, a frayed spirit no soul could ever mend.
The tombstones engraved with memories of another time glowed hauntingly bright,
Illuminated by the stark brilliance of the pale moonlight.
She knelt reverently on the slightly sodden patch of grass
And began to weep silent tears of days and moments gone pass.
The emptiness, the longing, the searching, the yearning
The desire, the ache, the hunger, the craving,
For just another chance to relive the moments,
Just a moment to recapture the fragments of ones being.
There veiled in the shadows of the night
That is what I saw,
An immaculate broken woman weeping
With an unspeakable misery, so excruciating so raw.
I wanted to reach out and comfort her but I could not
For it was because of me that this pain and sadness she bore…