Lake Of Lost Tears Poem by Stuart Logan

Under the milky twilight,
Where the flowers cease to bloom.
A woman weeps, so lonely,
basked by the glowing moon.

She remembers how it happened,
In the lake before her eyes.
How her love led to his death,
Combined with lust and lies.

He argued with her daily,
And on the day that he just snapped.
He entered a dangerous world,
Of the likes which remain unmapped.

Anger flooded through his eyes,
Fear quickly flowed through hers.
He struck her upon her pallid cheek,
She felt her love disperse.

His eyes seemed to turn grey,
As he knew what he had done.
He knew that love was pointless like this,
The woman sat there, stunned.

He slowly turned around,
And walked from her hateful eyes.
He had become what he never admired,
Himself, he now despised.

So on the thirteenth day,
On a friday afternoon.
He jumped from the towering rocks,
And plunged down to his doom.

But on the very next day,
Under the glowing moon.
The woman saw his corpse lay there,
She knew she'd join him soon.

'Come my friend. Bask in the tears of loneliness. You may find they soothe better than any lover.'

S, Logan-9/10/08

Philosophies of the Broken (A book of quotes so heal the heartbroken.)