Crying is Ok

I still do

moments

early morning silence

waves of you.

I check

feel the shudder

my body impaled

lonely is wrath

Listen to the clock

taps of time

In quiet reality

without you.

Becoming familiar

finding absence again

checking sites

the only part you give.

If I allow time to consume

and I do because

I want to always,

you … my cleansing morning

Cry

Mournings

Being told of loss

words become secondary

the heart May scream

 

For a dream

must contain

love, its mystique

 

eyes open in shelter

yet outside a wild

fury of natural passion

 

will wait, does wait, can wait

good morning tearful eyes.

 

~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

for Zelda