Broken Man

Black clouds rolled in today, thoughts of my love bring back my brain’s pain, going surely and slowly insane…
Her voice haunts my sleep, so it’s never too deep…and...
My heart has not healed though time promised she would, I still stand in the exact place I stood…
Wind, snow, rain and sun pass by the hours, slowly stroll through fields of wild flowers, snap shoot buildings, sculptures, towers… while waiting on God’s infinite power…
Eyes steadily flow salty drops, see her smile and my heart still stops…
Yet the sting doesn’t go away, want her here to stay and she won’t even utter my name…
Our brokenness puts us in silence again, lived through the death of our sin, only to end wearing thinned skins, she won’t open back up and let truth back in…
I put her through too much…
Didn’t know how to properly show my love, ran far, fast when push succumbed to shove…
Now I watch the sun settle for slumber alone, with an emptiness that man should have never to know…
In times past, hand in hand, strolled through foreign sands and hummed the soft whisper of the other's heart beat song not planned…
My bronzed eyes sparkle something like blue… tears drip and intertwine with fresh morning dew…
Broken man wandering the earth, missing the fire he couldn’t hold… I’m not good enough for love to watch the mystery unfold…
I worked through shattered spaces to stand in grace, alone in this healing, gaze no longer upon her face…
Hoping His mercy is bigger than the bitterness of brokenness grown out of ignorance from me, long to hold my love again, paid my broken heart’s fees…and...
Damn I love her.