Morning Light Poem by Astral Shepherd

I stand here in the bright morning light
as the day begins as it always has
within the folds of time’s memories,
remembering how my life used to be.

My body reacts as I see back in time,
feeling the gentle touch of rose petals,
soft spoken secrets whispered so close;
such are the memories of her hand in mine.

My knees bend at the weight of the pain
but find steel to stand as men ought to do.
I do wonder, though, when it’s still in the night
moments of longing and lingering here,

Why did this have to happen to her?
and why did it not happen to me; ?
questions at times only a God can answer,
A God who one day I will see.

There way off in the long distant future,
she will be standing with Him waiting for me
Hope is all any man can ask for
to one day embrace life to the fullest.

‘Til that day I search the crowds for her face
mocking myself for being so foolish
heart beats locked in combat with thoughts
and each day I search in the clouds for grace.