The Beloved's Cry

I float, on the night sky. A shadow gleaming, in the moonlight.

Transparent, fragile, yet in perfect harmony, with the winter night.

Sorrow, suffering in tranquility, past bereavement floating away.

The cycles overlapping, as calmness prevails, the last storm,

long gone.

Broken houses, shattered dreams.

Strewn across the valley, I see her crumbled past.

Her ghost floats in and out of existence, into the dark, searching.

A hand. Her heart is tired. She holds a rose, never to let go.

I am cut to pieces, the snow falling through me.

I wonder what the storm is upto now.

Destroyed in seconds, the lives of many. Destroyed the harmony,

of love and light and darkness.

She, was an amenable companion. Let the storm cut through her,

while I fought through it.

I am cut to pieces, the snow, falling through me.

But I, never mattered to her. I was a drop of dew, to the rain.

A burning ember, to the fire.

A floating lily, floating, forever.