Blue Meadow Mist Of Sorrow Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

I lost you somewhere in a teardropp on the grass,
on the sands of falling time within the hourglass.
Blue meadow mist of sorrow falling from the skies.
Haunting webs of promises draped across your eyes.

All the times you swore that you'd never break my heart
and all the things you did to tear my world apart;
and now I'm left with nothing, bundled up in fears,
deep despair and loneliness, happenstance and tears.

Yet, you walk upon clouds and dance across my heart,
dropping daggers through my dreams until they depart.
A lone parade of sorrow travels heart and soul.
The many tears shed inside fill an empty hole.

Pale memories of your smile by the sunset sea
float inwards to the coast of hapless destiny.
Stars spinning in the sky catch a tumbling wave.
Cup of love spills its wine upon a silent grave.

Heart half-hidden in shadow is love's shattered dream,
a broken-petalled flower floating on the stream.
The hammer of heartache pounds it into the ground,
an unsleeping memory that time blows around.

It's a broken heart that you hear upon the wind,
the reed that must yield or be broken in the end.
The heart is a canvas painting its own story
in shades of hope, endless love, passion and glory.

Blue meadow mist of sorrow falling from the skies.
Haunting webs of remorse now draped across your eyes.
I walk away from you as you drown in your dream,
a broken-petalled flower floating on the stream.