There are hearts that go empty this early morning. <br />Joyful abundance of home and hearth now scattered. <br />Again I am alone and frail with worried tears. <br /> <br />Words are much harder to say than they are to think. <br />I have become wrecked with feelings, here and now. <br />The seams of our lives have become stitched again. <br /> <br />Strength is found beyond heaven, it is in your words. <br />Your voice seems broken, borrowed, not perceived. <br />But your words always show me strength, pillared. <br /> <br />The days ahead are for everyone now, not just him. <br />Those days have been canceled, for me, indefinitely. <br />The memories will come out to fight, not battled alone. <br /> <br />Time is stretched out in front of all our faces, stubborn road. <br />And it should be realized when we stand in the curves. <br />Like time, this road is not elastic or forgiving, just a road. <br /> <br />You will share your wisdom when it is our time to be wise. <br />Although your eyes have closed forever, I still hear, deafly. <br />I still see blindly, as most of my time stretches across my life. <br /> <br />Focused on things that should not be, it does get dark sometimes. <br />It is in these very small hours that war is waged helplessly. <br />The sands of time that helps build our roads, so finely distributed, <br />now flows through the hour glass tilted, askewed and laughing. <br />It knows that sooner or later, the hour glass will stay upright. <br />No hand to turn over the figure and restart the sand. <br />Hearts will again go empty, when there is no more time.<br /><br />Gulliver Gimble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-too-deep/
