Vexed

By: D.J.S. 

A Love that dances 
across spring green fields 
like stained glass butterflies. 

Petal to petal, petal to blade 
blade to stone, then again, 
dancing skyward nary a care. 

Oh to be there yet and then, 
a love so pure surely endures. 

Tests of time and sweet 
wind chimes made of pine, 
from holy hearts less empty. 

Yet wishing you could be there 
to fill a cavernous void held 
within a lost blank stare. 

Alas ensnared in loneliness' 
incessant cry of silence. 

Never to dance under starry sky 
again in tender romance. 

A head hung to cry tears of 
A soul lost to a love made hollow.