Prayer Of A Weeping Soul.

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This Poem Is For You Little Boss.*

To the fading colors of Spring I asked,
“What makes you lose the colors so vividly painted,
And so wonderfully spread in the brightening Sun?”,
Spring said nothing but kept on degenerating.

To the warmth of Summer, I asked,
“What you bring to me to brighten my inner sights?”
The warmth kept on building and wilder, winds became,
Lowered my voice and to the wind, I listened; ah’ silence.

Then I walked through the warming air,
With my mind busy making a subject to talk my soul,
Birds flew as if they can hear my mind and sang,
Tunes busy world to hear failed; my mind to ignore, failed.

As into the middle of the town, I reached,
Ah’ the tune faded, town’s own tune into mind preached,
And to my mind, my soul in softness spoke: “feel the vibes”.
And mind protested to spoke back “Why should we?”.

Soul lost, nothing mind felt, nothing I touched,
Walk from spiritual to material collapsed as back I reached,
The solitude that found comfort in every corner of my home,
Nothing spoke, just the old fridge crying to cool unused food.

Sat on a love seat, television breaking all silence,
What went on I don’t know, what went inside I know well,
Mind and Soul finding ways to defend the loneliness,
In the end their argument took me to sleep filled boredom.

The loveless love-seat gave no love to my neck,
When pain me shook me awake ah’ I came out of a nightmare,
All that in an instant passed, but only soul spoke asking,
“Why loveless and lonely trying to feed the melancholy?”

When walking to the bed the sleepy-head answered.

“The love I loved was no mechanical accident of nature,
Nor a fiction my mind wrote dipping into your color, soul,
Every bit of that love came from the fantastic poetry I read,
And that poetry was the love I felt from the smiles of her.”.

Soul silenced, fans turned on, pillows held my head,
And as the remaining sleep rolled over me like an ocean wave,
Somewhere from the depth of my soul a weeping prayer I heard,
“May the love you loved be the reality of us in the coming days.”.

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*Dedication. – Poems are written with specific people in mind at times and are dedicated to them. When this poem is read and someone at some point enjoys the poem. That enjoyment always leads to a little blessing and the person the poem is dedicated to will receive that blessing.

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