Solace Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

My loving heart could not sustain you.
I could not make my love your own;
and though I was honest and true,
I could not turn your heart from stone.

I could not banish your desolate fears
nor cause your apprehensions to dim.
Now, let the ink turn to tears;
and let the pages weep with them.

I wanted to soar the galaxy of your eyes
and live in your heart, the loveliest;
but I guess I was destined for other skies,
another region, another realm, at best.

I think back over the words once spoken,
and I listen with a saddened heart.
O! The blissful days of joy are broken,
and our love has been torn apart.

The flowers that made love's delicate chain
have now withered, turned to brown.
Once parched, they never blossom again,
the petals have fallen down.

Wounds of betrayal cannot be effaced,
and the hurts have shattered my dreams.
You were the vision my blue pen traced,
now blotted beneath tear-born streams.

I realize more with each passing day,
together piecing the fabric of lies,
that you blindly threw it all away
to the stormwinds of darkened skies.

I thought you an angel from heaven above;
and I suppose it was selfish of me
to think I could embrace your wings with love,
when all the while you struggled to be free.

Long frozen at heart, love left you long ago.
You've forgotten the taste of love once knew,
and the sensuous freedom of passion's flow.
There is an emptiness beyond emptiness inside of you.

Say good-bye and think no more on me.
I am a dream that you never had.
I gave you love, but do not turn to see;
for, it shall only make you sad.