Man Beyond the Lake

I came across this beautiful, yet deeply sorrowful picture of Jessica and it reminded me of my most difficult of times. Stayed up all night writing this poem.

Waiting

The poor bereaved man just beyond the lake

The poor grieved man he thinks I sit and wait

The poor bemoaned man he looks but see me he cannot

The poor lamented man looks with eyes not with his heart

Smile with me kind man, give up your fruitless quest

Dance with me gentle man, lay your burden to rest

Laugh with me sweet man, dry your weary eyes

Praise with me tender man, let your faith arise

Sing with me honorable man, excuse your transgression

Savor with me selfless man, forbid your dream’s repression

Cheer with me brave man, allow not your growth to wait

Love with me loving man and accept your binded fate

Now rest your grieving eyes

You poor, poor grieving man

And when they open once again here you’ll sit by my side

For I am always by yours and never afar

And you always by mine if you just look with your heart

You poor bereaved man just beyond the lake