Would everything that happens
resonate beyond a personal
response to the tragedy in tears
welling in my eyes in words.
If by nature of our existent fantasy
might a hint of your sweet harmony
give me peace, offer me charity
in this the challenge of my sanity.
A home in quiet reflection does my
mind travel only just so far
not quite in the light of your eyes
and yet still might yearn evermore
In this repose, I am the quiet one
lost without shelter, now in solemn.