In Shades Of Cry Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

I awoke this morning to your voice in a haunting dream,
with a hollowed heart, now empty, like a dried-up stream.
Gasping for breath, as a cold chill quick consumed my soul,
I tried to pick up shattered pieces that once made me whole.

A silent death, the tattered shreds of your every word.
I fall like a dead butterfly or a broken-winged bird.
All the love that I had wished for, I know will never be;
for, only the sad fate of sorrow was destined for me.

Deep the dark tidings, an empty chair in an empty room,
a double bed of loneliness where my heart sleeps in gloom.
How could I dream it - forever torn in this lonesome place?
These hands of mine shall never again touch your loving face.

The earth left the blossom, the blackened ashes of a rose.
The soft showers wash away my love but never my woes.
My aimless soul wanders, creeping like vines over the wall;
and like so many stars at night, I have started to fall.

Now in despair's lonely abyss, the broken heart receives.
A mist covers the soul, and the tears fall like autumn leaves.
I follow the clouds' secret charm and smell the garden breeze.
I hug my sorrow deep inside, my head upon my knees.

The sound of music on the wind and a sweet-scented peach.
I try to forget, but forgetfulness is out of reach.
I search to remember you and the breathings of your love.
A spirit moves right through me like the cooings of a dove.

Though the world circles around, I weep in an empty room.
Empty soul, empty heart, a lonely zephyr plucks the bloom.
The rain sees away the night, stepping soft across the sky.
The hollow brush of loneliness paints me in shades of cry.