Weeping in Gardens of Cosmic Debris
Weeping in gardens,
Of cosmic debris,
How the heart hardens,
Impetuously,
Hoping for magical pardons, destitute here at the tree.
Weeping my sorrow,
In tremulous sobs,
Rueing tomorrow,
My destiny throbs,
Hoping some laughter to borrow, pouting my pain in great gobs.
Weeping my heartache,
In pitiful sighs,
Even from daybreak,
To darkly dim skies,
Wanting a heavenly earthquake, to put my dismay to demise.
Weeping in earnest,
And praying for love,
Lonely I yearnest,
For light from above,
E’en as Jerusalem burnest, I sit and I pray for the dove.
ADL
adamdaniel 