I've been in the desert for so long now,
I've missed my home and my only friend.
And now I sit here, asking myself how,
My heart can break, as my days here end.
I've fallen in love for the last time in my life,
With the desert and mountains I see every day.
To this desolate land where I followed my wife,
Now a little voice close to my heart, asks me to stay.
How can my soul be so torn in two?
Why oh Lord do I have to choose?
My grand son's eyes plead with me true,
And inside my heart I feel the bruise.
Oh that my soul could be taken apart,
Leaving pieces for the places and people I love.
For the sights and the little ones in my heart,
I plead to the Lord, for help from above.
Fourteen years ago my son left my home,
To become a marine, because he wanted to serve.
And now I must leave him and his little clones,
But I lack his strength, and his unerring nerve.
My only solace, is that someday,
I can come back to this country so fair.
Somehow, somewhere, there must be a way,
To be with the ones, for whom I care.
This broken heart, will have to mend,
This soul so ravaged, must soar again,
I must be strong, this is'nt the end,
I must smile, act happy, pretend there is no pain.
5/24/10 29 palms ca.
Amazing faith is shown between the lines. This is a true poem having a lot of depth and wisdom. Nice and incredible write.
Hi Juan, Such a lovely poem, but only you can write the last line.search in your heart and i'm sure you will find it. Best wishes Wendy x x
i like the torn part of this poem, because you see, when we fall in love unexpectedly to a new place we hurt when we leave though we know that where we are bound to is our home.
Heartbreakingly beautiful...with the colorful hues of your words, my mind's eye gets the picture....well done...
Hello Juan, How can you mend a broken heart? A real heart touching poem. Appreciate the write. I invite you to read my collection of poems and comment if you like.
It is a very fine art by you that expresses your sorrow along with revealing your faith in a handsome style. The language is simple and lines are delicious because of rhymes.
There is a place somewhere for everyone be it desert or the mountains for a broken heart to rest...nice poem of feelings to read...regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know with this kind of faith that someday you shall return. Again I am glad you invited me to read your work, it is good and I really enjoy reading it. Thanks, Lynn