Lost Love On The Vine Grows Faith Poem by sir Frederico Von Dubois II

My heart cries out the same anguish, pain of death.
Your light vanished without a trace.
I'm trapped within the hollow, the empty, chambers.
Slowing Echos upon the four corners of my heart.
One solitary beat barely a thump.
The pain is louder than that little bump. bump.

You planted a rose bush in my heart.
Cut off when you left a fresh cut pruned vine.
The roots once attached now feel ripped out exhumed.

Now draining of all color.
Loves strength flees out.
Moving rapidly toward monochromatic feelings devoid of the light.
Pushing my face, nose down to the meaty ground.
Outside the window all life turning gray.
This sucking feeling is chasing me down, once again.
My mind slamming shut windows and closing the blinds.
Am I awake or snoring a cord.
Which is it my mind?

My mind turning the wick down to shadowy images, cast dark enlarged on the minds walls, so I can rest on the pictures instead of the full show.
Blackened embers with smoke trails, the back burner we go.
Snuffing out my love flame to pause for a much needed snow.

My life just lost its luster.
no diamonds sparkles to see.
The stars have no twinkle just dots on the page, so humdrum you see.
my days overcast with loves outlook of gloom.
mute Grays lie empty like parking lot gravel, so pebbly, and cold.

Or is it me staring down,
alone in the school yard not even a sound.
I sit on a swing, no motion around.
Like the world has deserted me and to which i'm bound.
No chains in my locker, love has fallen to the ground.

Life waits for no one, time marches on to its own beat.
Better to feel just a pinprick of Love.
So small the amount found in search of my dove.
The crumb of passion lingers on my lips.
what a pity to not have tried at love.
Love not conquered, leaves a life in vain.

I yearn with a feast for love like that very first day.
When god created man and woman so naked they lay.
The internal clock ticking to long, winters sleep.
I must hasten my search in this earthly divide.
To search every cranny for my true love, my bride.
Before I look at the stars last light.
When he fills my nostrils with dirt.

Half a man, half a heart.
In search of my whole heart.
With hand on heart, a trickle of hope.
Faith swoops down on my doorstep to pat my forehead,
I awoke. Wait on love. Love finds its way.
A promise of Love on that very first day.
Just one drop of his gold, one tiny drop, a ray from his tranquil sunrise to soothe, to warm, my soul.
radiating the light of a new day.
Behold. I am humbled by his presence today, one tiny drop quelled my pain. Faith is restored. All glory be to the father, the son and the holy ghost.