I woke up crying.
From a dream,
in which you were...
lost.
Not 'un'found.
Lost to me - no longer around.
(Prepared for ground.)
Can't say - nor scribe - the words.
Though you know
My meaning
Of this keening.
They wept and wailed.
I watched them wail and weep.
I stood before gathered crowd.
You - I'm proud, but not of them.
I bit and clawed and chewed them out.
Told them all, without a doubt,
Of each mistake and disservice recorded,
With each word, it's you,
It's you, I applauded.
In the end, an audience shocked, knowing their woes from wrongs.
A lament of venom. Poisoned songs.
I woke up crying.
Devastated.
(In seeing you, my fears abated.)
Though I reel and break apart,
The scene unbidden which broke my heart.
For in that nightmare, at the root,
Held many bitter bitten-tongued truth.
I wish there was strength in my being,
To call them out (on your behalf) with words so freeing.
Instead emotion stays locked inside,
In subconscious, these diatribes hide.
I woke up crying,
from dream cruel and strange,
Knowing that there was one way,
I could act on and change.
I promise I'll be here you for always.
I may have woken with tears,
But I'll mop away your sadness.
Bring warmth and laughter to replace fears.
I promise, with daring desire,
a passion's extol.
I'll tell you, I LOVE YOU!
Each day,
With body, heart, mind and soul.
