Was I Ever Your Pain

Was I ever your pain
As you were always my sweetness?
I was lost in the darkness
And you were my candle.

I see paper kites in the field
With little flames of white.
It must be déjà vu:
I’ve cried these tears before
And I swear they were for you.
I’ll leave my heart concealed;
Bury it deep beneath the night
With the sun that warms no more.

A leaf rests upon the grave.
Below the stone lies a thorn.
I weep for the rose that was
Without a summer to be; reborn.
In slumber with winter’s claws,
The petals I cannot save.
So sweet a thing now torn:
A single tear within a wave.
The spring breeze yet lingers.
You and I were then as one;
Life was honey, and had just begun.
A soft kiss now sand between my fingers,
Alone with the dying of the sun.

© 2018 Marten Hoyle