Cry My Soul Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Cry my soul into drops of rain
where the hopeless and lonely weep
that I might wash away their pain
and the demons that steal their sleep.
Cry my soul into crimson mud
into the haunted battlefield
to atone for all the spilled blood
and the harvests that lost their yield.

Cry my soul that it cries for thee
to douse the flaming fires of hell
to catch a soul and set it free
with neither smiles nor joy to sell.
Cry my soul into deepest blue
into the lamplight of your eyes
that I might drink to me from you
the one true love that magnifies.

Cry my soul into endless bliss
into the luscious lap of spring
into sways of a sweetheart's kiss
that make the heart happily sing.
Cry my soul for the world I know,
for the letters of no return
whose words were lost like melted snow
or ashes from an empty urn.

Cry my soul into feathered wing
drifting long like a sighing sigh
into the air and everything
falling freely and flying high.
Cry my soul into passion's pond
into breezes and evensong
into the sky and far beyond
into the arms that I belong.

Cry my soul into poetry
into the ink of weathered vein
into the world for all to see
until I cry once more again.
Cry my soul endless days and nights
'til eyes flutter and gently close
‘til I reach those heavenly heights
and gardens of mystical rose.